Could Qin Shaofeng really master the Pagoda Saint Hand?
That was the question on the Sovereign Supremes' minds. Even though White Emperor had repeatedly assured them that his young disciple could definitely master the Pagoda Saint Hand,
these Sovereign Supremes still weren't convinced. For one thing, White Emperor, a mighty Sovereign Supreme, had a somewhat dubious reputation in their eyes.
For another, mastering the Pagoda Saint Hand required extremely demanding conditions!
Aside from members of the Demon Slaying Clan, probably only people with special constitutions, like Young Master Ling, could master it.
Of course, if these Sovereign Supremes knew Qin Shaofeng's true identity, they probably wouldn't still be so doubtful.
But neither White Emperor nor the Sovereign Supremes noticed that while they were discussing it, Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hengtian merely glanced at Young Master Ling, his expression unchanged.
Only a flicker passed through his eyes.
It seemed like disappointment, or perhaps acceptance; it even carried a hint of mockery. In short, it was complicated.
However, when Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hengtian looked at Qin Shaofeng again, for some reason, an unexpected feeling of anticipation welled up inside him.
Deep down, he seemed to hope that Qin Shaofeng would master the Pagoda Saint Hand.
Inside the arena, after seeing Young Master Ling master the Pagoda Saint Hand, Qin Shaofeng didn't feel the slightest bit nervous. Instead, he even felt relieved.
Given the situation, he would have to wait at most another two years.
Once two years had passed inside, he would be able to make his third God-Demon Copy attempt on the remaining techniques and martial skills at this stage.
Two years later, no matter how the third God-Demon Copy went, Qin Shaofeng would head straight into the final stage. He wouldn't waste any more time.
That would mean Young Master