Everyone believed that Lin Xuan was defeated. It was impossible for him to block that strike.
Some people looked toward the foot of the mountain, thinking Lin Xuan would crush his life-saving talisman and be transported out. But after watching for a long time, they found no sign of him appearing.
"Heavens! What's going on? He didn't use his life-saving talisman!"
"Could it be he didn't have time?"
"He couldn't have been killed by that one palm strike, could he?"
The thought of this possibility made everyone gasp in shock.
"That boy's fate is truly pathetic, then."
"Heh, he deserved it," Gu Xinghe sneered.
Elder Lei also sneered, "Who told that kid to dare challenge my disciple? His current fate is a predicament of his own making."
On the mountaintop, Jin Ze revealed a smug smile. "Compete with me? He's still far too lacking!" A casual strike from him was enough to instantly kill his opponent. Thinking of this, he turned and walked toward the Crown.
