Zhou Qinghuang's glasses tumbled down, shock rendering her momentarily speechless. Her damp face was splattered with a few drops of fresh blood as she witnessed Wang Xuan locked in fierce combat with formidable opponents.0

With a resounding thud, lightning streaked down from the sky and tore Wang Xuan's white sports jacket at the sleeve, exposing his right arm. He managed to slash the spirit emerging from shattered bones with a single palm strike, then gripped the spirit tightly as it dissolved under the heat of a crimson essence.0

The two nearly decayed beings from the earth's core fell first among all the opponents, thanks to Wang Xuan's special attention toward them. A woman among the disciples of the man in black robes also perished, leaving only three standing.1

"With the mortal realm's rules limiting our powers, it is astonishing for these individuals to exhibit such prowess. Their roots are profound indeed, and they've returned with their prime bodies from the celestial realm," Zhou Qinghuang murmured.0

"They must be inner disciples of some powerful sect!" Gu Mingxi was in disbelief that Wang Xuan could slay such beings. "How strong has he become?"0

Both women felt the unfolding scene to be unreal. In such a short time, this young man from the Old World had grown formidable, his power surging with each encounter.0

Many transcendent beings had come out of the Immortal Tea...0