"Damn it..." Just as Kun Shen had said, every move Xiangyang and Qian Ding made on Thunder Competition Ground was visible to the Thunder Control Sect's disciples. Seeing Qian Ding strike ruthlessly from the very start, Cui Hongshen could not help cursing under his breath. "Qian Ding truly deserves to be called the number one under Nascent Soul. Not to mention Eldest Senior Brother—even if Cui himself went up there, I would absolutely be no match for him!"
Everyone from Myriad Thunder Valley had their hearts leap into their throats, while Qian Diheng over by Dry Thunder Palace remained as steady as Mount Tai. He knew perfectly well that the spirit armor he had given Xiangyang was an exceedingly powerful defensive magic treasure. As long as Xiangyang had refined the spirit armor, then relying on his magic power in battle, he should have been able to remain invincible!
But Qian Ding's attack had already reached Xiangyang, yet Xiangyang had not even raised a hand. Qian Diheng was utterly stunned, thinking, Why is Eldest Senior Brother being so careless? This... isn't like him!
At that thought, a sudden premonition surged up from his heart. Oh no, could it be that he...
Boom... The instant that thought arose in Qian Diheng's mind, Xiangyang was sent flying backward by a single strike from Qian Ding. His not particularly large body tumbled like a fallen leaf in the wind, and every tumble scattered blood through the air!
"Damn it!" Qian Diheng cursed under his breath, his face turning iron-blue. "He... he isn't wearing the spirit armor at all! He... he never intended to fight back!"
"Eldest Senior Brother!" Seeing Xiangyang blasted into the air, Cui Hongshen cried out in anguish. "Why aren't you fighting back? Why aren't you dodging? Qian Ding may be the