Amidst the mountain range.

Numerous gazes stared in shock and horror at a certain mountain top in the distance, where the originally unstoppable Ning Mo was kneeling on the ground...

“How… how did this happen?!”

Their mouths hung wide open, their brains practically turned to mush, while a ringing noise continuously echoed in their heads.

The scene before their eyes had truly surpassed their imagination. That seventh layer chief disciple from the Cangxuan Sect should have been powerless to fight back against Ning Mo. And yet, the very same Ning Mo that had held the absolute upper hand mere moments ago, had now been forced to the ground by a single punch from Zhou Yuan...

At this moment, even the most stupid person knew that the seemingly seventh layer Cangxuan Sect chief disciple was in actuality a tiger disguising itself as a pig.

In the valley, Jin Zhang and the rest of the Cangxuan Sect disciples breathed a faint sigh of relief, clearly not as shocked and lost as the outsiders. This was after all not the first time they had witnessed Zhou Yuan terrifying battle power. 

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