Chapter 1579: Elder Yanglong

"How is that even possible?" It was not just the burly middle-aged man. The inner disciples under the Southworld Immortal King, who had been arrogantly confident a moment ago, along with the other cultivators at Seventh Grade Clear Saint, all wore the same stunned expression, as if their eyes were lying to them. Even cultivators stationed elsewhere were drawn over, faces full of bafflement. Most of them had trained in this Clear Saint Grand Space more than once. None of them had ever seen anything...