The entire arena was gradually stained with Liu Yin's blood.
A shocking sight.
A cold wind blew by, making everyone shiver involuntarily.
At this moment, Bai Zhenyun's face was almost entirely covered in someone else's blood. His body remained motionless, frozen in place as if in deathly silence. He stared at Ren Feifan, fixedly.
Fear.
Terror.
To him, Ren Feifan was like a demon!
His master was dead!
What should he do?
The sudden blow was like a heavy hammer, shattering his heart into pieces.
His master was his greatest support, yet was so effortlessly defeated by this guy!
Why!
At the same time, beneath the stage, it was as quiet as a graveyard at midnight. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard. All the Cloudwater Sect disciples widened their eyes, standing dumbfounded like statues!
This was someone from the North Palace about to step into the eighth-level Array Master, and he was defeated just like that?
Defeated with just one Formation?
