Everyone stood frozen, stunned by this sudden turn of events.
So many horrified questions crowded their minds that they did not even know where to begin.
He... he had actually struck!
How dared he do this here...
No, no, no, just what had happened with that sword strike?
Apart from Song Yan and Zhao Zun, the other three Golden Core cultivators present actually dared not make a sound for a moment.
They had seen it perfectly clearly.
Zhao Zun's protective Law Treasure had suffered no damage whatsoever. That sword strike had bypassed it entirely and severed one of his arms.
None of the three Golden Core cultivators were fools. If that Flying Sword could sever an arm, how hard could it be to sever a head?
Presumably, it was only because no life-and-death agreement had been signed that he had spared his life in the end.
When cultivators fought, their confidence in victory lay in their offensive might, while their confidence in survival naturally lay in their protective measures.
A Golden Core Realm cultivator's defensive Law Treasure was practically their most important means in a fight!
What sorcery had this man used to ignore a protective Law Treasure and wound his opponent directly?
A madman... a madman!
Chen Rong cursed furiously in his heart. Every last one of these Dongyuan Sect cultivators was a barbarian who cared nothing for his life!
Yet he no longer dared utter a sound.
The two Golden Core cultivators had come to blows at a disagreement, frightening the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators out of their wits.
Yet they dared not flee, merely watching from the sidelines, silent as cicadas in winter.
Among the crowd, Zhao Shu stood like a wooden chicken, his expression dazed.
Uncle was a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator!
*How could that