"But Su Chen has a good foundation. I estimate he can last for more than ten minutes..."
Qing Cang made a reasonable prediction based on his own experience.
But in the next moment, his expression froze.
On the screen, there was a single flash, and a sea of black lightning erupted.
Then, Wan Chen was lying on the ground, coughing up blood.
Defeated in a single blow!
The training room fell silent. Beside Qing Cang, Xia Jie's breath hitched, and his heart pounded in his chest.
Wan Chen possessed a Single Profound Purple Talent and came from a prominent family. He had taken every step of his journey with care, building a solid foundation. He was already considered one of the more dazzling figures in the Holy Hall.
'And a man like that couldn't even withstand a single exchange with Su Chen?'
He couldn't help but look at Qing Cang, only to see the Ancient King's disciple's eyelid twitching. Was that a look of regret?
