"Nothing will go wrong, right?"
After all the gruesome cautionary examples before them, the disciples in the Martial Arts Arena had long since lost their confidence.
It was hard not to worry about Qin Zun and the others.
"They should be fine..." Those words lacked conviction, the voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Have some confidence, everyone! Those who just died ranked far below Senior Brother Qin Zun and the others on the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking!"
"Exactly! Senior Brother Qin Zun is an inheritor of one of the ten saint bodies. Even some Inner Court elders can't withstand a single strike of his Moon-Slaying Sword Art. He'll definitely be fine!"
"Believe in Senior Brother Qin Zun and the others! Desolate Heaven shall not be insulted!"
"Desolate Heaven shall not be insulted!"
Amid the charged atmosphere and the cries ringing out as fists rose into the air, the disciples' enthusiasm was stirred once more.
They answered the call, brimming with spirit.
Yet in the next second, the prodigies led by Qin Zun stepped into the instant-kill domain.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Their bodies exploded one after another. Blood mist scattered and rose like mushroom clouds, leaving them no chance to react.
Meanwhile, Chen Mu became a true man who never looked back at explosions.
Ye Qingcheng, however, could not resist casting a few sidelong glances.
Though she did not know exactly what was happening, Ye Qingcheng was certain this was her husband's handiwork.
Aside from him, she truly could not think of anyone else in the world who could accomplish such a thing.
"No way! Again?!"
"Even Senior Brother Qin Zun and the others couldn't stand against him?"
"Is this even a question of standing against him? He never lifted a finger the whole time! Qin Zun and the others