Xiao Ming was thrown out of the circle.
Silence fell through the hall when the disciples saw the state of Xiao Ming.
To older disciples, this was the expected result. Not only because of the cultivation difference, but rather the person still standing with his hands behind his back, Huang Bao.
To them, the fact that he went on the stage was enough to know that Xiao Ming was going to learn a good lesson tonight.
However, on the opposite, among the new Inner Court disciples, this was pretty shocking.
It was hard to comprehend for them what they had just witnessed.
Xiao Ming, the best of the new Inner Court disciples, couldn't even resist the onslaught. His attacks didn't even touch his opponent, and not once, but twice he was thrown like a rag.
No one was making his fun, but rather, they had turned serious.
