After a fierce battle, The Three Little Ones from the Agency routed the Celestial Venerables' Society forces led by Yun Huairou and Xue Pinggu.
With his feet planted on Qi Dian, Yue Wen formed sword gestures with both hands, simultaneously directing Zhao Xing'er and his Flying Sword. He swept across the battlefield, nimble as a roaming dragon, the absurd spectacle carrying an air of overwhelming dominance.
A hound on his left, a hawk on his right-he cut an imposing figure.
Everyone watching the Points Tournament livestream was stunned by this bizarre combined great supernatural power.
Combined supernatural powers were nothing unusual. Great supernatural powers that required several people to perform together were often extremely powerful. But for the vast majority, this was their first time seeing one combined in this fashion.
If even those watching through a screen were this stunned, what about the independent cultivators watching in person?
When two teams fought on a large scale, passersby drawn by the commotion would often gather nearby. They would watch from a safe distance, then swarm in to take advantage once both sides had exhausted themselves.
The stronger ones might attack both sides directly, killing them and plundering their possessions; the more cautious might snatch a backpack or two and run.
But in Yue Wen's battle, no one dared intervene. In terms of combat level, this was already a clash between the most powerful fighters in this Secret Realm. Any ordinary small fry who approached might die from the slightest brush with the aftermath of a supernatural power.
Besides, their combined supernatural power looked far too frightening!
It was not the fear inspired by sheer strength, the sort that killed a man with every sword stroke and left no trace for a thousand miles. It was the fear of seeing a