The vast Saint Pill City was packed with major powers from every direction, yet at this moment, it was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.
"Xiao Yan... a Dou Zun?!"
"That heir of a hidden great clan couldn't even withstand a single punch from Xiao Yan and was even beaten until he vomited blood?"
"It must have been because of a sneak attack, right?"
As the most renowned grand event in the Central Continent, there was naturally no shortage of Dou Zun-level overlords among the crowd. Yet not a single person dared believe that Xiao Yan now possessed combat strength comparable to a Dou Zun.
Though Dou Zong and Dou Zun differed by only one word, the gap between them was a true chasm.
Even the once-famous Four Pavilion, whose name had been on everyone's lips, had only possessed a single Dou Zun-level leader. Yet Xiao Yan now already had the ability to contend with one.
What drove the other Heavenly Prodigies of the Central Continent into even greater despair was that he... was also an Alchemist.
An Alchemist worthy of being chosen by Venerable Yao!
Such terrifying talent could no longer be described as monstrous. He was a true powerhouse capable of contending with the older generation!
Watching the figure in the sky whose fury soared into the heavens, Xuan Kongzi gave a bitter smile, though there was a hint of gratification in his voice.
"Daring to stand up for you at a time like this, even at the cost of becoming the target of everyone's ire... old fellow, your eyes have not chosen wrong again in the end."
"Hehe."
Old Man Yao shook his head with a smile and did not respond. Instead, he quietly watched the somewhat bedraggled White Robe figure in the sky.