Unlike everyone else around him, Huang Xiaolong seemed no different after Wang Biaoyuan’s display of power and might. A minuscule difference that went undetected was the iciness that glazed over his pupils when Wang Biaoyuan told him to kneel and beg for mercy.

Kneel down and beg? Huang Xiaolong sneered: “One move.”

One move?

All the gathered disciples were baffled by this sentence that came out from Huang Xiaolong’s mouth, but when it finally dawned on them the meaning of Huang Xiaolong’s words, the whole arena looked as if it was about to split into half from the crowd’s reaction.

“One move? Is this Huang Xiaolong saying that he only needs one move to defeat Wang Biaoyuan?!”

“Damn, isn't he acting too brazen?! Did he damage his brain knocking against a door somewhere? Is he blind as well? Didn't he see Wang Biaoyuan’s late-Second Order God Realm strength right in front of him? He still...