The Sun spilled down lusciously, and the jungle was without noise.
Ling Xian had enjoyed three peaceful years, yet with one attack today, the enemy's machete was destroyed in the blink of an eye. Elder Li’s throat was being tightly squeezed, and Ling Xian had no intention of allowing him to move even an inch.
This result had shocked everyone!
Everyone carried an overwhelmed look on their faces, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.
Even the foundational cultivators from the Chu and Chen Clan were staring at Ling Xian in disbelief. They felt a wave of coldness surround them and they could not compose themselves.
Speedy!
Way too speedy!
Everyone here felt that Elder Li had lost after only one blurry second! He was a powerful foundational cultivator, yet his life was now in someone else’s hand. What an unbelievable turn of event?!
Of course, to these people, what happened here today really was hard to believe. To Ling Xian, however, this was an ordinary every-day event.