"It's actually Eight-Colored Pill Lightning. The Soul Clan really does value this Pill Gathering."
"Hmph, has the Soul Clan taken an interest in the Three Thousand Burning Flame too?"
"But even with Eight-Colored Pill Lightning, he can forget about taking the championship."
Gu Xun'er gave a soft snort inwardly, her limpid eyes settling on the white-robed figure sitting cross-legged in the plaza.
Her eyes brimmed with deep affection and water-like tenderness.
"Whoosh!"
On the high platform, the faces of several Pill Tower elders turned much paler as they watched the Eight-Colored Pill Lightning in the sky.
They exchanged glances, all at a loss for words. For a moment, this place was shrouded in oppressive silence.
Once word of today's events spread, the Pill Tower's reputation would surely suffer a tremendous blow!
The appearance of Eight-Colored Pill Lightning at the Pill Gathering should have been something immensely joyous.
After all, it also represented the value and prestige of the Pill Gathering.
But when this Eight-Colored Pill Lightning appeared in the hands of someone from the Soul Hall—
It was no longer something to celebrate, but a humiliation.
"Creak."
Xuan Kongzi's face was terrifyingly gloomy at this moment, and a faintly ferocious expression showed between his brows.
His withered fists clenched until they creaked, and the space around him rippled with violent fluctuations in response to the turbulence in his emotions.
"Calm down!"
Seeing this, Tian Leizi's expression changed slightly. He planted a hand heavily on Xuan Kongzi's shoulder and shouted in a low voice.
Under his shout, the ferocity on Xuan Kongzi's face gradually faded, though his expression remained incomparably grim.
Only after a long while did Xuan Kongzi say hoarsely, "After this is over, I'll personally act and tear that old bastard into ten thousand pieces!"
"Don't talk nonsense.