Meanwhile, outside the formation, the crowd stood in stunned silence. The swirling barrier of dust and stone had only just begun to settle when a figure calmly stepped out from within.
Lin Feng. Alone. For a moment, no one reacted. Then…
"What? It's already over?"
"That fast?! It hasn't even been sixty breaths!"
"Did… did Master Lin Feng win?"
"Where's Elder Qin Ran?!"
Voices erupted all at once, confusion and disbelief spreading like wildfire through the gathered crowd.
Many craned their necks, trying to peer past Lin Feng, hoping to catch a glimpse of Qin Ran emerging behind him. But there was nothing.
Only Lin Feng stood there, composed and unruffled, as if he had merely taken a short walk rather than engaged in a life-and-death battle. Some cultivators exchanged uneasy glances.
"That formation… it completely blocked our spiritual senses."
"We couldn't see anything… not even a trace of their clash."
"So what happened inside?"
