Of course, not everyone admired him. Several descendants of the Imperial City Families remained composed and calm.
"Cultivating quickly doesn't mean much, and a Martial Dao Golden Core isn't the pinnacle of the mortal world either. What matters is his combat strength after Becoming a Saint."
Someone spoke in a low voice.
The conditions in this world were less than ideal. Many powerful paths were blocked by those who had come before, making them impossible to tread.
However dazzling Jiang Ping might be for the moment, even if he became a Supreme Saint in the future, he might not be all that strong.
"That makes sense. Jiang Ping won now, but he won't necessarily be stronger than Lu Chenfeng in the future. The latter practices Pure Yang Swordplay. When he becomes a Pure Yang Martial Saint, even Xiao Yucheng will be a shade less impressive."
"That's right. Martial Saints have their differences in strength. He should only be able to become a Common Saint. If he's too much of a thorn in their side, even as a Martial Saint, he'll probably be taught a lesson by his seniors and made to suffer," whispered a genius whose family had a Saint.
"But come to think of it, we've all been talking about Jiang Ping as though he were already a Martial Saint."
Someone spoke wistfully, leaving the others disconsolate.
Indeed, whatever else might be said of Jiang Ping, there was a ninety percent chance he would cross the tribulation, become a Saint, and reign over the world.
And what about them?
Two days later, the Dangerous Land Contest came to an end.
Jiang Ping and Chen Qingyan walked side by side out of the Dangerous Land.
The older generation looked at the two extraordinarily ethereal and youthful figures. Some nodded,