The fog on the Martial Arts Training Plaza had gradually dissipated, even the corpses of the seven strong practitioners from the Buddhist Sect had been carried away, but at this moment, Ye Feng still stood motionless in his original spot, and now he had even slowly closed his eyes.
No one knew what he was trying to do; many people around were already discussing it profusely.
Seeing this, the Buddhist Sect leader couldn't help but feel even more infuriated and snorted to himself, "Mr. Ye Feng, you have already succeeded in passing the challenge and can leave the plaza to prepare for the final third round!"
Yet, Ye Feng still stood there motionless, equally silent without any response.
The Buddhist Sect leader huffed, deciding not to bother speaking again, thinking if you'd like to stand there, then stand; how long you want to stand is up to you, it would be best if you stood there for a lifetime and died that way.
