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As Ye Qingchen's palm struck down, Holy Spirit Mountain sank into a dead silence, soundless for a long time.
"The winner has been decided!"
At this moment.
For those watching from outside the mountain, the same thought surfaced in their minds.
"Who won and who lost?"
More people stretched their necks, eyes wide open, looking towards Holy Spirit Mountain.
However.
The powerful Qi within the mountain remained undiminished, the grand array undisturbed. If one extended their divine sense into the mountain, it was met with an impenetrable mass like granite, unable to advance even an inch. Even formidable celestial beings felt as if their senses were plunged into a swamp.
"It must be the Eight-faced Buddha!"
