"This..."
Once again, the entire crowd fell into an eerie silence, as though even the air had frozen.
All that could be heard was the snap of banners in the wind over the square, along with the sound of people unconsciously swallowing.
Everyone's gaze seemed caught by a magnet, fixed firmly on Shen Wei as he smacked his lips on the arena, still savoring the taste.
Rather than looking at a fellow cultivator, they seemed to be observing some prehistoric beast.
Just what sort of monsters did the Golden Wing Sect raise?!
One was a chatterbox sword cultivator who could talk incessantly until his opponent's Dao heart wavered and his swordsmanship crumbled.
The other was even more outrageous.
He had actually munched down his opponent's blazing killing move, powerful enough to burn the eight wildernesses to ashes, as though it were a snack-and still looked hungry for more!
How was anyone supposed to fight that?
Wasn't a sparring match supposed to involve trading blows and unleashing every divine ability in a spectacular battle?
Why did everything become so bizarre, even horrifying, when the Golden Wing Sect was involved?
At that thought, everyone's expression immediately turned peculiar.
If the two who had already fought were both oddballs of the highest order...
Could the remaining Golden Wing Sect disciples who had yet to fight also be hiding some inconceivable abilities?
For a moment, wary, curious gazes converged like searchlights on the Golden Wing Sect's remaining Heaven's Chosen.
Fortunately, after some cautious observation, they found that, although the other Heaven's Chosen differed in bearing, they at least seemed to fall within their understanding of normal cultivators.
They were not as "individualistic" as those two.
Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, their taut nerves easing slightly.
After all, if every Heaven's Chosen the