The entire arena fell silent.
The people of the West Shore stared blankly at Jun Wangchen standing on the Tournament Stage, disbelief flashing in their eyes.
Zhou Yuan's formidable ghost claw had actually fled in terror at a single sentence from Jun Wangchen?
Even Zhou Yuan himself felt his scalp prickle. For the first time, he found Jun Wangchen utterly unfathomable.
"It looks like I'll have to bring out my real techniques." Zhou Yuan's gaze grew solemn as he formed hand seals.
In an instant, black mist shrouded the entire Tournament Stage.
Then the mist shifted, transforming into a Black Mist Beast.
The Black Mist Beast had no tangible body, as though it were an illusory existence.
"Screech!"
The Black Mist Beast suddenly let out a cry. The disciples nearby immediately felt their blood flow slow, as though its voice could affect their blood.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, the Black Mist Beast vanished from its spot, dissolving into black mist and charging at Jun Wangchen like a tornado.
The flow of space became incredibly sluggish. Everyone felt as though they could see time passing.
"It can actually release fluctuations that affect space and time? What kind of ghost beast is this?" On the stone steps, Wangu Dao and the others were inwardly stunned.
Jun Wangchen, by contrast, watched everything before him without a ripple of emotion. His soul power transformed into a streak of sword light that swept ahead, the radiance of his sword intent surging all around him.
"Slash!"
Before the Black Mist Beast could reach Jun Wangchen, his sword intent's radiance shredded it.
Light returned to the entire Tournament Stage once more.
"Urgh!" Zhou Yuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Jun Wangchen in terror, his whole body trembling.
Terrifying!
*Jun