In the spectator stands, Tang Huo'er grabbed Tang Zhen by the shoulders and shook him excitedly. "Ah! Dad, look! Look! Nine colors, it's nine colors! Yang Shan is incredible!"
Even Tang Zhen, the composed leader of a major power, could not hide the envy in his eyes.
Tang Zhen loved pill refining, but his talent for it was truly abysmal.
Now that he had seen a young man like Yang Shan refine Nine-Colored Pill Lightning, the bitterness in Tang Zhen's heart deepened threefold. Even becoming his concubine would probably be a long shot...
In the Purple Immortal Pavilion's spectator stands, she looked at the figure in the center of the arena, the focus of countless eyes, and smiled knowingly.
"I told you, my Junior would only be more impressive than you imagined. Do you believe it now?"
Gu Yao, who had always harbored some resentment toward Yang Shan, was completely convinced this time.
Even Gu Qingyang, who had come to watch the excitement in the form of a Secret Soul Puppet, sighed.
"Brother Yang Shan truly is... truly formidable! Admirable, admirable!"
The prodigies from the Ancient Clan's elder faction all lowered their heads without a word.
Even the Great Commander had admitted defeat. Whether they accepted it or not no longer seemed to matter.
The cheers from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion were undoubtedly the loudest.
Especially from "Junior Sister" Zi Yan, who danced and bounced about in delight.
"We won! We won! Champion, champion!"
Lei Che took a deep breath, nearly bursting his lungs. "The Young Pavilion Master is fucking awesome! The Young Pavilion Master is fucking awesome!"
After shouting twice, Lei Che turned around and roared at his three lackeys, "What are you idiots standing around for? Shout with me!"
Only then did Lei Ying, Lei Xiong, and