The one standing in the arena now, who had stepped in to block that strike, was none other than Zhou Chen.
"Junior Brother Zhou?!" Lian Taoze's eyes went wide, his expression as though he had seen a ghost.
The ordinary disciples were all utterly shocked, especially Liu Fei, Chu Lin, and the others among them.
Ye Lingtian had originally worn a faint smile, as though he had expected this, but once he discerned the fluctuations of Zhou Chen's aura, his pupils abruptly contracted. He murmured, "How is that possible? How long has it been since Junior Brother Zhou broke through to the second rank? How has he already reached perfection in the second rank? No, wait-how has he even cultivated the cultivation method Senior Sister Qing taught him to the second layer?"
At that moment, a look of genuine astonishment finally appeared in Ye Lingtian's eyes.
Who knew what expression Senior Sister Qing would wear when she found out?
"Third Senior Martial Brother, just leave things here to me now," Zhou Chen said calmly without looking back.
He had intended to take the opportunity to display some of his strength anyway. Wasn't this the perfect chance?
Had he not rushed onto the platform just now, without activating his body's full defensive state, even Liu Ao's sword force would probably have failed to scratch him.
"All right. Junior Brother, be very careful." Clutching his injured right arm, Zhao Tianhong retreated from the platform.
Old Zheng came over and pressed a pill into his hand, immediately helping him assimilate its medicinal power. He then ordered someone to hurry and take Zhao Tianhong to a nearby medicine hall.
Zhao Tianhong, however, said that Old Zheng's pill had already stabilized his injuries, and that he would rather remain here for now to watch Zhou