Rumbles of thunder echoed over Caiyun Peak, and the surging Spiritual Energy waves transformed into a fierce wind that blew in all directions.
The Qi Cultivators from all sides were rendered speechless.
Two True Immortals had already rushed onto the platform, protecting the unconscious Disciple Wang Zaizhi.
These two elderly True Immortals also had complex expressions, some finding it hard to believe, as they looked up and watched Li Ping'an slowly descending.
At this moment, Li Ping'an felt utterly empty inside, his Mana almost cut off, his Primordial Soul listless and sluggish.
But he still appeared quite composed, left hand raised in front of him, right hand clasped behind his back, exuding an inner elegance and grace.
Gazes from all around were fixed on this young disciple who had merely reached the Ningguang stage, and whispers began to emerge from everywhere.
They all had witnessed how Li Ping'an had won.