The mountain top was a mess. A deep, dark crack ran through the middle of the plaza, nearly splitting it into two. At the end of the crack, Yuan Hong’s figure lay amidst a pile of rubble.

It was deathly silent outside the chief disciple peak.

Every gaze could only blankly stare at this scene in shock. Yuan Hong had been so calm and unruffled since the start of the chief disciple selection, and had not been the least disadvantaged even against the trio of Zhou Tai, Lu Yan and Zhang Yan. 

In comparison with Zhou Yuan, Yuan Hong had truly seemed invincible.

Hence, when the numerous disciples were shocked to the core at the sight of the seemingly unstoppable Yuan Hong being blown away by a punch from Zhou Yuan.

One must know that Zhou Yuan was being completely overwhelmed by Yuan Hong a short period ago.

But it was this very short period of time in which Zhou Yuan seemed to have undergone a complete metamorphosis.

Who could have anticipated...