Upon hearing those words, the surrounding cultivators finally seemed to wake from a dream.
Once they came back to their senses, discussions immediately erupted all around:
"Am I dreaming?"
"The male lead won? Yan Wuya lost?"
"What exactly happened... Didn't Yan Wuya say he was the Myriad Sword Sect's sword disciple? How could his strength be so pathetic?"
"His strength wasn't pathetic, all right? It was just that the male lead was far too powerful!"
"The male lead is simply the cream of the crop among the younger generation!"
"That's right. Yan Wuya, the Myriad Sword Sect's sword disciple, was a prodigy highly likely to take one of the top three places in the Hundred Sects Competition, yet the male lead dealt with him so easily... Doesn't that mean the male lead might also claim a top-three spot?"
"I hardly dare imagine it!"
The people of Tian Xuan Sect, meanwhile, were especially exhilarated.
A younger junior sister even clenched her fist and swung it heavily through the air. "Senior Brother Qin, well done!"
The people beside her were also extremely delighted.
One Tian Xuan Sect female cultivator who had grown somewhat familiar with the female lead even asked her:
"Has Senior Brother Qin always been this amazing?"
"I was wondering why the elders made an exception and allowed you two to join Tian Xuan Sect!"
"If I were a Tian Xuan Sect elder and knew you were this formidable, I'd fight with my life on the line to bring you in too!"
The female lead's lips curved slightly, revealing a light, shallow smile, but she said nothing more.
That Tian Xuan Sect female cultivator knew the female lead's temperament well enough, so she did not press further.
The male lead then turned his gaze toward Yan Wuya, who lay unconscious