A deep thousand-foot-long mark had torn through the plain, like a scar on a beautiful jade-like face.

The entire world fell utterly silent.

Countless dumbstruck gazes stared at the end of the deep scar, where Zhao Mushen lay covered in blood and barely breathing. An incomparably miserable look had replaced the heroic spirit he had radiated when he was on the verge of breaking through to the Heavenly Sun stage. 

No one had thought Zhao Mushen’s breakthrough would end in such a way: that Zhou Yuan would kick his face and interrupt his breakthrough.

Zhou Yuan’s kick also no doubt put an end to the tournament’s final battle.

As people stared at Zhou Yuan standing in the same spot as before, many eyes gradually filled with awe. Even Wang Xi and the others wore incomparably...