Hu Liena's Fallen Mist, which she had been so proud of, melted away completely before this aura like ice and snow under the sun.
Her mental attack vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without stirring the slightest ripple.
"Pfft!"
Her domain shattered, and the backlash of her spiritual power made Hu Liena spit out blood. She staggered backward, her face filled with shock.
How was this possible?!
My innate domain had been broken with a single glance?
What kind of power was this?!
"It's over."
Tang Shuo's indifferent voice rang out.
He took a step forward.
His figure vanished from where he stood in an instant.
Alarm bells blared in Hu Liena's heart. Her battle instincts, honed over many years, made her instinctively cross her arms before her chest.
The next moment.
A palm lightly pressed against her chest.
That palm carried no Soul Power, and she could not even sense the slightest killing intent from it.
Yet it was such an utterly ordinary palm strike.
But Hu Liena felt as if an ancient divine mountain had crashed head-on into her.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
Hu Liena flew backward like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the railing at the edge of the dueling platform. She spat out another mouthful of blood, and her aura instantly withered.
She struggled to stand, only to find that at least half the bones in her body had been broken.
She had lost.
Lost completely, without the slightest suspense.
From beginning to end, her opponent had used only one move.
No, it did not even count as a move.
He had simply walked over and given her a slap.
The entire arena fell deathly silent.
Every fallen one stared at Tang Shuo on the stage as though looking