The wind and clouds atop Moonwatch Mountain had yet to disperse, and a faint aura of slaughter still lingered over the arena.
In the six supreme seats, the great figures at the pinnacle of Jintai Prefecture's martial world were awash with thoughts and boundless emotion.
The mighty experts gazed into the distance, quietly watching the black-clad young man below, who had already left the arena, his bearing composed and upright.
The talent and comprehension Yang Jing had displayed today had already surpassed the limits of his generation's martial artists in this territory.
Ordinary prodigies advanced through opportunities, piled-up resources, and arduous cultivation. Over their entire lives, they could only progress steadily and achieve breakthroughs within established bounds.
Yet Yang Jing could comprehend the Dao on his own in the jaws of death and bring about a qualitative transformation in his martial arts during battle. No one could match such heaven-defying growth and limitless potential.
His foundation was solid, his Dao heart resilient, his comprehension heaven-reaching, and his temperament steady. An open, boundless road lay before him, and the heights he might reach in martial arts were almost limitless.
So long as he did not perish along the way and continued steadily cultivating and accumulating strength, he would surely reach the pinnacle of the martial path one day, carve out a great road to the heavens, and become a towering figure rarely seen in Jintai Prefecture even once in a century.
The rulers at the top marveled in silence, full of confidence in Yang Jing's future.
Unlike the composed reflections of those senior figures, however, hundreds of thousands of ordinary martial artists remained caught in a boiling frenzy of joy, unable to calm down.
Today's final showdown had surpassed the standard of every previous Jintai Grand Tournament.
Whether the earlier quarterfinals,