Chen Fei showed no reaction whatsoever to the gazes of these Holy Land disciples.
The seven Holy Lands were the foremost powers in the entire Endless Sea. Being able to enter one was already a one-in-ten-million opportunity. High-minded pride was practically inevitable.
It was not that they were ignorant or arrogant. Rather, for all these years, their strength had stood at the very apex of the Endless Sea plane.
Whether it was the strength of their Holy Lands or their own crushing superiority over others of the same rank, it had forged this mindset within them.
It was not that they looked down on martial artists outside the Holy Lands. They had simply never regarded such people as objects of comparison. The only people they ever measured themselves against were those from other Holy Lands.
Defeating martial artists outside the Holy Lands was only natural. There was nothing to be proud or boastful about.
Of course, if one could fight across ranks and emerge victorious, that could still serve as a topic of conversation.
Yet even for Holy Land disciples, fighting across ranks was almost impossible.
Only those Holy Sons, or peerless geniuses close to attaining the position of Holy Son, might be capable of it.
In the minds of many Holy Land disciples, this selection was really a contest among their various Holy Lands. Naturally, the Demon Kings with Divine Beast Bloodlines on the demon beast side were also formidable opponents.
To save the Endless Sea, only their Holy Lands could accomplish it. It was not that the other Mountain Sea Realm cultivators were unimportant, but their importance would certainly have to be pushed back.
But Chen Fei's performance just now had somewhat shattered their understanding.
Chen Fei had won far too easily. He had not given Zhan Xidong