"Heavens, you can actually do that?"
"This, this... this is just too outrageous!"
"Does he really only have fourth transformation cultivation? Why do I feel like his cultivation is above the ninth transformation?"
"Good thing Pu Shifan didn't get too close. If he'd been swept into that, he would probably have met a grim end!"
Seeing Fang Qianyuan crush his opponent like rotten wood before a storm, every disciple of the Cang Mountain Academy rejoiced. The other disciples were equally shocked and exhilarated, chattering nonstop.
"This really is just too outrageous!"
Looking at the countless gouges left by qi blades on and around the dueling platform, then at the flooring torn up and shredded as though a typhoon had swept through, the officiating disciples could not help exchanging looks.
For a moment just now, they had almost thought they would be swept into it too.
The destruction wrought on the ground alone showed just how astonishingly powerful Fang Qianyuan's last move had been.
Fang Qianyuan ignored everyone's reactions and headed straight back to the Cang Mountain Academy's seats.
"Wonderful, Junior Brother Fang! You've qualified!"
"In the end, our academy still has to rely on you!"
"We were almost worried you'd lose just now. Looks like those petty tricks couldn't trouble you at all!"
"That was incredible!"
Everyone showered him with praise.
Watching Fang Qianyuan surrounded by the others like the moon encircled by stars, Ye Tianming's eyes flickered with a complicated emotion.
Through one victory after another, Fang Qianyuan had already earned prestige and standing.
In stark contrast, Ye Tianming had faded into the shadows.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Hall elder from the Wudong Training Institute also approached the dueling platform. After inspecting the wrecked ground, which looked as though a typhoon had swept through it, the elder was left speechless.