Yang Xuan’s body fell to the ground, the muffled thud upon contact echoing across the entire area, while countless gazes watched as if frozen in time...

In the distance, the mouths of Zuoqiu Qingyu, Bai Li, Qin Hai and the rest slowly fell open.

The Sacred Palace disciples seemed to have turned into statues.

The other onlookers were forcefully rubbing their eyes.

This atmosphere lasted for quite some time, before someone finally regained his senses. He immediately ...