It was high noon, and the sky was clear.
The fierce sun shone brightly, every ray lucid and pure.
In the arena, tens of thousands of people were present, yet not a sound was heard, only the soft whisper of a breeze.
Beyond those gathered, many more, through the mirage of the Divine Mirror, witnessed this unbelievable scene.
Little Divine Sect's Xu Dingye, with an impressive bearing, stood tall and proud, exuding exceptional grace.
Yet, the youth in the golden-threaded black robe, seemingly unremarkable, had barely made an appearance when, with just a few words, he unsheathed his blade for an attack!
Then, the renowned Little Divine Sect of Qifeng Prefecture was struck by a single blow, thrown a hundred paces away, crashing to the ground, motionless, his fate unknown.
After a brief silence, shouts of astonishment erupted from all directions, wave upon wave, filled with incredulity!
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