Outside the Saint Institute battlefield, Yin Duwen's smile widened as he watched the approaching palm.
The crowd of Saint Institute disciples stared at the battlefield without blinking, their breathing ragged and their fists clenched.
The battle was about to reach its conclusion.
Even from outside the battlefield, they could feel the immense pressure emanating from Liu Tian. It was easy to imagine Lin Hao's fate.
On the battlefield, faced with Liu Tian's palm strike, Lin Hao didn't even seem to have a chance to retaliate. In fact, he appeared to have given up, staring at Liu Tian's approaching hand without making a single move.
"A Holy Stele disciple is truly terrifying. Lin Hao is going to lose," a disciple lamented.
"It's not just about losing. If that palm lands, I'm afraid Lin Hao won't survive. This Liu Tian has been hiding his true strength. At this rate, it won't be long before he challenges the disciple ranked ninth on the Holy Stele."
