"True Lord Jiang actually lost!"
Wu Qing and Li Tianming exchanged a glance. The pride in their eyes vanished, replaced by a sense of absurdity and disbelief.
"Could this be an illusion?"
After his initial shock, a thought instinctively arose in Wu Qing's mind.
Yet no matter how he circulated his magic power, the scene before him did not change in the slightest.
Li Tianming, meanwhile, drew a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and fixed his eyes on Chen Beiwu, who stood on the platform with his hands behind his back.
If True Martial True Lord had personally defeated Easy Yang True Lord, he could still have understood and accepted it.
But from the very start of this exchange of Dao and techniques, True Martial True Lord had stood motionless. Only his companion beast, the Great Sun Black Hound, had fought, defeating Easy Yang True Lord in just a few exchanges.
As a Golden Core cultivator from the Pure Yang Grotto-Heaven, Li Tianming knew very well what this meant.
It meant their strength was not even on the same plane. The difference was that between clouds and mud!
If even Senior Brother Jiang, one of the Six Pure Yang Talents, had suffered such a crushing defeat, perhaps only the chief disciple could suppress True Martial True Lord in this Grotto-Heaven Grand Tournament!
"He won just like that?"
Yu Zhaohua stared blankly at the figure on the platform.
From beginning to end, she had never thought Chen Beiwu would lose to Easy Yang True Lord. But she had also believed that defeating him would not be easy, that Chen Beiwu would only scrape out a victory after a bitter struggle.
The result was unexpected. The renowned Easy Yang True Lord had failed even to force Chen Beiwu to act before Iron