C111 Killing Half Step Mahayana

One breath...

Two breaths...

Three breaths...

Ten breaths...

On the platform, the combatants were motionless, as if frozen, neither launching an attack.

The students gathered around the stage, with their limited cultivation, couldn't fathom the deadlock above.

Yet the unusual standstill suggested that something extraordinary was unfolding.

Below, the crowd was spellbound