But no one could have imagined this.
Wang Chan actually crossed an entire major realm directly, and with a single punch blasted Tao Jidong, at the peak of the Fourth Grade, to death on the spot!
This Wang Chan was never trying to temper his Martial Dao.
He clearly was…
From the very beginning he'd already made up his mind—he wanted to kill, he wanted to kill Tao Jidong, that Fourth-Grade Daoist Cultivator!
Once they understood this, the vast majority of people on the field instinctively shuddered all over, their bodies trembling where they stood, and when they looked at Wang Chan again, their gazes changed once more.
The admiration they'd felt before shifted back into reverence. Deep, bone-deep reverence.
Those of the younger generation who, like Wang Chan, were participants in the grand tournament—especially those who had once competed on the same stage as him—felt their mouths go dry, their tongues stiff.
