Atop Moonwatch Mountain, the clamor of a hundred thousand people had yet to subside.
The shock of the first three clashes between heavenly prodigies still lingered in everyone's hearts.
The crushing victories of Jiang Yun, Lü Chongrui, and Li Tai had driven the intensity of this tournament's round of sixteen to its peak.
Among the inner spectator seats, every gaze suddenly converged again, settling as one on the tall, elegant figure in the Profound Truth Sect's section.
Yang Jing slowly rose, standing straight as a pine, his robes hanging lightly around him and his expression calm and unruffled.
Under the eyes of the entire crowd, he walked with measured composure along the bluestone path, making his way toward the central arena one step at a time.
As he rose and advanced, a towering wave of excitement swept across the mountaintop square!
Deafening cheers, shouts, and applause erupted, rolling toward the clouds and making even the mist among the surrounding mountains faintly tremble.
Ever since this Jintai Grand Tournament had begun, Yang Jing's name had risen steadily, his fame blazing ever brighter.
With the cultivation of someone newly advanced to the true qi realm, he had firmly surpassed veteran heavenly prodigies such as Duan Wenjun and He Jiugang, securing fourth place in the tournament rankings.
In just a few days, his fame had soared wildly, rising higher and higher until he became the most celebrated and sought-after dark horse among the younger generation of Jintai Prefecture.
Now, the people cheering wildly for him were no longer limited to disciples of the Profound Truth Sect.
Other sects and many martial artists from the Prefectural City had also been won over by Yang Jing's formidable strength.
The unaffiliated martial artists who had come from every direction to watch admired this newly risen heavenly