“Boom!” Zhan Hu and Huang Ning slammed into the ground, resulting in two pits.

Their blood slowly stained the ground; the stench struck the audience by the tip of their nose.

They lay in their puddle of blood, unable to move. Their bones were shattered, veins and tendons severed - looking as pitiful as can be.

The scene was filled with astonished gazes from the regular disciples, experts, and elders.

The Tortoise, no, Black Tortoise Fist annihilated Zhan Hu’s armor with the first...