When Zhou Yuan’s clear voice echoed across the land, the silence over the place was finally broken as dazed gaze after gaze slowly returned to their senses...

The onlookers looked towards the still slowly collapsing chief disciple peak, where Zhou Yuan was standing in the air. Although he tattered clothes made him cut quite a sorry figure, the faint presence that spread from him made several disciples freeze for a second.

Only at this very moment did they finally realize that what many had viewed to be a mere new disciple, had already grown to such an astonishing level in a short year...

So much so, that even a veteran disciple like Yuan Hong had been beaten!

At this moment, the crowd finally understood...