"Mm, it really isn't a Purple Gold Godhead. But Feng Jiu's godhead already contains a sliver of the possibility of becoming a Purple Gold Godhead!"
"Phew. I was wondering why this round of the Trial Tower was so difficult. So it was because monsters like these existed. They forcibly raised the difficulty of the Trial Tower!"
"Hiss, don't forget. Our Black Dragon Star Domain has another person who cleared the Trial Tower. What's more, Ye Fan even obtained the best Concentration Dharma Fruit this time. Guess—can he condense a Purple Gold Godhead?"
Because of that fleeting flash of golden light within Feng Jiu's purple godhead, the scene fell into a brief frenzy.
But.
When the many demigods saw clearly that it was not a true Purple Gold Godhead, they all let out a breath of relief.
Thank goodness it wasn't.
That was only human nature.
After all, what they had condensed were mostly Orange Divine Sparks, still far away from green, blue, and even purple.
If another Purple Gold Godhead appeared on top of that, wouldn't they be so miserable they could die?
Fortunately, in the end, it was only a "false alarm."
But.
Very soon.
A warrior from the Black Dragon Star Domain raised such a question.
That was:
Feng Jiu, whose foundation was not as deep as Ye Fan's and whose Concentration Dharma Fruit was also inferior to Ye Fan's, had still condensed a purple godhead that flashed with a thread of golden light.
And as for.
Ye Fan, the big brother who surpassed Feng Jiu in every aspect—was it truly possible that he could condense the Purple Gold Godhead that existed on the level of legend?
At that thought.
At the scene, even peerless prodigies including Yu Hua Shen revealed deep fear and jealousy.
What they feared