"Tap, tap, tap!"
Chen Xuan walked with his hands clasped behind his back, strolling leisurely beneath the gaze of the crowd.
Not the least bit flustered!
His unrestrained bearing drew frequent glances from many female cultivators, stirring a few hearts.
Worthy of being the foremost prodigy among Central Province's younger generation in years past!
His heroic bearing still remained!
It was only that he had become a cripple and no longer possessed his former courage. Could he still eat?
"Heh..."
Ji Yaoyue gave a contemptuous laugh, looking at him as though he were a clown.
Ji Wushuang, meanwhile, remained expressionless. Only the occasional sharp, icy gleam flashing in his eyes revealed his thoughts!
Dong Yufei gently urged, "Big Brother, do your best! Just give it everything you have—your safety comes first!..."
Du Meng grinned and, with one foot planted on the ground and one pointing to the heavens, spat out two words.
"Rise up!"
Niu Ben scratched his head and said in a deep, muffled voice, "That's what I think too!"
"Hahaha! Don't worry, I, Chen Xuan, will definitely rise up in this round!"
Chen Xuan burst into laughter, dropped directly into a horse stance, and roared, "Cauldron, come!"
Boom!
At that instant, the atmosphere at the scene reached a fever pitch.
Yet most people still watched with mocking, scornful eyes, believing that Chen Xuan was forcing himself to put on a show!
You were a cripple with a ruined dantian and severed meridians. Even if the residual strength of your former Nine Yang Battle Body had not yet dispersed, how much strength could you possibly have left?
This second trial would not allow you to use tricks as you had in the first!
A single Flood Dragon Pill Cauldron weighed ten thousand jin. What kind of concept was that?