A cavity instantly appeared within the wind screen that surrounded him; a fist, suffused with a light green radiance and condensed from True Essence, violently exploded outward from within that cavity, taking but an instant to cross tens of metres, arriving before Chen Chang Sheng. What was more shocking however, was that additional fist manifestations coalesced, one after another from within that wind screen, successively striking towards Chen Chang Sheng.
Dozens of fist manifestations, formed from True Essence, akin to genuine fists, poured in from all directions, like the wind and the rain.
The massive mirror within the Hall of Zhao Wen, that was tens of metres in circumference, displayed the battle within the Tower of Purging Dust, it clearly transmitted the scene to the sights of the important figures present.
Starting from Chen Chang Sheng and Huo Guang’s entrance into the tower, the hall had become abnormally quiet.
His Eminence didn’t continue sleeping, but was serenely observing the display of Chen Chang Sheng, it couldn’t be seen from his expression as to whether if he still had the same confidence from before.
Dozens of green rays suddenly appeared upon the mirror.
Though they weren’t at the scene itself and were only seeing a display, it seemed as if they could also feel the power contained within.
Xue Xing Chuan’s body leaned forwards slightly, he said in an astonished voice: “Regiment Shattering Fist?”
For the important figures present within the Hall of Zhao Wen, that scholar named Huo Guang was only at the Meditation Realm. The methods he could use would not be able to shock them, but thinking of Huo Guang’s age, for him to be able to develop the most difficult to train Regiment Shattering Fist to this level, this was still somewhat surprising.
The one that was about to confront those dozens of Regiment Shattering Fists, was Chen Chang Sheng.
Within the minds of many present in the hall, they silently began to declare his elimination from the contest.
The Archbishop’s eyes squinted slightly, his cloudy gaze once again became sharp.
Mo Yu had a look of indifference on her face, yet, the nails on her hand that was laying on the armrest of her chair were slightly pale.
Prince Chen Liu gave her a glance, feelings of doubt abounded.