The night sky's bright moon was obscured by dark clouds.
The training ground at the Wind Guard Camp was unsettlingly quiet; the bright lights from the surrounding lamps were piercingly bright, and the night breeze rustled the leaves on the trees with a "shasha" sound. It was as if the crisp sound of the slap still echoed in the air.
Zhou Lengkong of the Blood Sword Sect and Yi Nanzhong of the Flying Dagger Sect, who were responsible for guarding Sun Boyi and others, had their eyes wide open like lanterns. In their view, what was happening in front of them was simply too unbelievable. Knowing that Wang Muchong was a formidable middle-stage fighter of Primordial Heaven, even if Wang Muchong hadn't used his full strength, he should have been able to handle Ye Chenfeng within minutes.
