At that moment, the onlookers had collectively dropped their jaws in shock.
Their highly anticipated Taoist White Crane had barely set foot in the arena before being smacked to the ground like a dead dog, while Taoist Yi Chengzi, whom they hadn't thought much of, repelled the attacks of the Five-Origin Demon time after time.
"This... can't be real," someone said in disbelief.
"Of course, it's real, no one knows Taoist Yi Chengzi better than I do, I've always known that Taoist Yi Chengzi's mana is strong. After all, he's a high-level practitioner invited by the second master, standing two meters tall."
A security guard in the crowd procured a feather fan from who knows where, muttering to himself as he fanned.
He had the air of being the only sober person in a world of drunkenness.
Yi Chen had no spare attention for the idle chatter of those around him now; his gaze was fixed solely on the Five-Origin Demon.
