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.