“How can this be?! Am I dreaming?!” shouted one expert.3

The onlookers were frozen in terror, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Ye Ziwen, the rank ten genius of the academy, was revered among tens of millions of disciples, but this mysterious black-robed young man had gravely injured him in one blow.1

BOOM!1

Ye Ziwen crashed into a wall, blood spurting from his mouth. His spear followed, embedding itself into the wall beside his cheek. In an instant, Ye Ziwen turned pale with fright.0

Long Chen’s attack had been swift and merciless, leaving Ye Ziwen with no way to react. If Long Chen had aimed the spear at his head, Ye Ziwen would have been dead. The realization that his life and death were separated by this little distance sent...1