Wisps of breeze stirred all around and brushed toward everyone. Though the breeze should have felt pleasant, it left everyone's nerves stretched taut.
Above them, Xuan Zi's expression changed at the sight. A suspicion immediately formed in his mind, and an ominous foreboding welled up in his heart. He suddenly began to regret letting Gu Qingnian participate in this competition.
But simply giving it to him would damage their reputation, and those who had never seen Gu Qingnian in action might consider it unfair.
Ah, they would just have to bear it themselves.
At that thought, Xuan Zi suddenly swept a faintly pitying gaze over the people in the arena.
The next moment, fierce winds howled, and wind and clouds surged!
Boom!
The ground beneath those Soul Elders shook violently. They instinctively tried to flee, only to discover that a powerful suction seemed to have seized their feet, leaving them unable to move.
Leaves and flowers settled around the Soul Elders' positions on the battlefield. A startled sideways glance revealed that they were drifting down continuously from the sky.
An almost uncontrollable instinct drove them.
A glimmer of benevolence appeared in Gu Qingnian's eyes. His previously indifferent expression softened into kindness and compassion, and an air of sympathy for all beneath heaven radiated from him.
"Palm Art, One Level Buddha, Thousand-Hand Heart Ascension-release!"
The instant his words fell, several Core Disciples' pupils lost focus. Strange smiles appeared on their faces, as though they were smiling, weeping, or attaining enlightenment, without the slightest trace of pain.
Bei Bei and the others nearby blanched. He hurriedly roared out several names he had heard before. "Xu Zhou Ren! Jiang... wake up!"
Yet strangely, no matter how they shouted or what they said, those Core Disciples remained motionless. Instead, a hint of release and