The news that Ye Xiwen, representing the Wang Family, had defeated the other experts of the three great Lineages and claimed the championship instantly spread across Qi Nan Island.
One stone stirred up a thousand ripples. Many longtime residents of Qi Nan Island found it hard to believe, for not everyone had gone to watch the battle for the slots.
For a full five hundred years, no one from the Wang Family had won the championship. The final champion had either been taken by the Wu Family or plucked away by the Yuan Family; the Wang Family had basically never had a share.
Although this was merely a contest for Spirit Fire Mountain slots, to many ordinary martial artists, it was no great matter. No matter what, those competing for the slots would not be them, nor would the final slots fall to them. Each time, only two slots would go to them, yet outside the three great Lineages, there were a full twenty million people.
For one to fall into their hands, how was that any different from stepping in dog shit and calling it luck?
Thus, to them, this slot contest was mainly a way to gauge the true strength of the three great Lineages. The powerful naturally kept winning championships, while the weaker naturally won fewer times.
And over these five hundred years, the Wang Family had not won even once. For Transcendent Realm experts, whose lifespans easily stretched to ten thousand years, five hundred years truly did not amount to much and was nowhere near enough to shake the Wang Family's millennia-old foundation. But the people did not see it that way.
All they could see was the Wang Family's weakness over the past five hundred years. Thus, many martial artists who had originally hesitated became