The crowd had fallen into a stunned silence as the prince of the mighty Heavenly Ocean Empire was forced to kneel on the ground. It wasn't just him alone. Even the Proctor, who was kinda at a safe distance in the sky, was forced to crash to the ground; his Saint realm cultivation ended up as nothing in front of Mark's Gravity Dome.
Mark then raised the Desert Eagle and aimed at Lei Fengyun's shoulder.
Bang!
The gun roared like a thunderclap.
A burst of golden flame erupted from the adamantine bullet as it smashed into Lei Fengyun's shoulder with brutal force.
*Argh…*
The noble prince let out a guttural scream, his body jerking backward as the impact sent him sprawling on the frozen ground, blood spurting into the cold air.
Cries of shock echoed throughout the arena.
"He's using that same artifact he used earlier. What is that Artifact?"
"Depending on an artifact? That's dishonorable."
