Zhuang Zhou's skin was dark, his figure average, looking quite ordinary, yet at this moment, he was emitting an invincible war intent, like a peerless divine weapon unsheathed, radiating an intimidating sharpness, with a brilliant smile on his face.
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, staring tightly at Xiao Ye, attracting the attention of the powerful figures in the audience on the Rainbow Bridge, even the young talents on the surrounding ice mountains had stopped fighting, looking over here with uncertain surprise.
The eight young talents who were struck down from the ice mountain by Zhuang Zhou's palm spat fresh blood, each greatly impacted, their faces gloomy.
According to the rules, they were already defeated.
The second round had just begun, and they hadn't even acted before being eliminated.
It's not that their strength was too poor, it's just that their luck was too bad, to have encountered such a hidden genius like Zhuang Zhou.
