"Han Ye, victorious!"
The voice of the presiding elder resounded, signaling the end of the battle.
Han Ye activated his magic power, vibrating the broken sword embedded a few inches in front of him.
With a clang, the top-grade magical artifact, the broken sword, fell to the ground.
Everyone's gaze slightly shrank, they had not expected that Han Ye's physical body had been cultivated to such an extent that even high-grade magical artifacts could not harm him in the slightest.
Seeing Han Ye's victory, the disciples of Pure Yang Peak were all extremely excited, and they shouted loudly:
"Senior Brother Han!"
"Senior Brother Han!"
"Senior Brother Han!"
In the distant audience seats, Elders from various main peaks were also shocked by Han Ye's performance, but what intrigued them more was the technique Han Ye used at the last moment.
They exchanged glances and speculated:
"What technique did Han Ye use?"
