All the elders faced the pressure head-on.
They felt as though a heavy mountain had settled on their bodies, leaving them unable to breathe.
Terror surged through them, and disbelief covered their faces.
The grand elder bore the brunt of it.
His pupils contracted to pinpoints.
His aged face changed dramatically.
"Martial Saint!"
The grand elder cried out involuntarily.
He was a Martial Saint himself.
Naturally, he was no stranger to a Martial Saint's pressure.
It was no surprise that Xiao Yuan could become a Martial Saint.
After all, his talent spoke for itself.
But what the grand elder had never expected was this.
Xiao Yuan had become a Martial Saint so quickly.
Xiao Yuan was only thirty-nine this year—a thirty-nine-year-old Martial Saint!
Even someone as astonishingly gifted as the master of the Martial Immortal Hall had only been a Martial Venerable at Xiao Yuan's age.
"A thirty-nine-year-old Martial Saint? How is that possible?!"
Gasps rose one after another throughout the hall.
The way they looked at Xiao Yuan changed completely.
Before, they had still regarded Xiao Yuan as an exceptionally talented junior.
Now, they were gazing up at a titan who could one day rule the Heavenly Martial Continent!
The grand elder's mouth went dry.
He swallowed.
He forcibly suppressed his shock.
Cupping his hands toward Xiao Yuan, he said, "Congratulations, Holy Son! Congratulations on reaching the Martial Saint realm!"
The other elders finally came to their senses as well.
They all bowed to Xiao Yuan and offered their congratulations.
Xiao Yuan waved a hand.
He looked at the grand elder and asked, "Grand Elder, am I qualified to occupy the hall master's seat now?"
The grand elder gave a bitter smile.
"Your heaven-gifted talent leaves this old man in awe, Holy Son."
"From this day forward, everyone in