From a distance, in the direction of the stands, amidst the violent roars, the protective cover was actually pierced through. On that empty section of the stands, a gap as wide as thirty meters appeared in an instant, as if that part of the stands had been erased out of existence.
The might of a single strike, terrifying as such.
The dark blue color receded and returned to Lan Xuanyu's right thumb, and at that moment, the Seven-Colored Scales on his body melted away like snow, silently merging into his body and vanishing without a trace.
At this moment, Lan Xuanyu was like in a dream, only truly awakening from the dream at this second.
Subconsciously, he raised his wrist to check the time, then lifted his head to look at Zheng Longjiang, who was still unsettled, not daring to continue his attack. Xuanyu smiled and said, "Senior, time's up."
At this moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Zheng Longjiang also stared at him somewhat dumbfounded.