How many seconds?
"Twelve seconds..."
A cultivator muttered in disbelief.
The others realized that this figure represented the duration of the battle.
From the moment Xiu Yi threw the bone spur to the moment he was beaten, clutching his backside and forced to kneel on the ground, only twelve seconds had passed. Twelve seconds—a direct disciple from a sect renowned for close-quarters combat was utterly defeated by his opponent.
Now they understood: Zhou Li might be arrogant, but he clearly had some real power.
"Such a pity."
Chou Yan shook his head and sighed regretfully. "The brain's probably not shaken evenly."
"This is the Three Talents Realm?"
Regaining his composure, Xiu Jia pointed furiously at Zhou Li on the screen. "This is the Three Talents Realm, huh?"
"Three Talents Realm."
