A deep pit appeared on the ground.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and no one saw clearly what happened inside.
Wuyu Daoist and Elder Liu, in the corner, stared intently at the deep pit where Ren Feifan had fallen without speaking. Their hearts were filled with mixed feelings, and they didn't know how Ren Feifan was after being struck down by that palm.
Hopefully, nothing bad would happen!
Wuyu Daoist couldn't help but roar, "You despicable villain, you're a disgrace to the Outer Hidden Sect! So many people ganging up on a young man! Where is your shame! You're despicable and shameless!"
Elder Song, with his hands clasped behind his back, listened to the curses around him and yet a confident smile appeared on his lips, "You call me despicable? Then you simply do not understand what cultivation is. The path of cultivation is this cruel, life and death depend on whether he is worthy!"
Soon, the dust fully settled.