Young Talents Competition (8)

Silver Star Arhat's heart was bleeding.

To be precise, it was no longer just his heart that bled.

It was the entire Purple Pole Palace.

On the viewing platform, countless heavyweights had gathered together.

Their eyes were fixed on Ning Ye and his team of cultivators.

They had fucking grown to nearly three hundred people.

They had plainly become the strongest force in Purple Pole Mountain, and their style matched their strength—overbearing and tyrannical.

Whatever they encountered, they crushed it like deadwood.

Join them, or get lost!

There was no third choice.

As for treasures, they truly swept them up all along the way.

There was no gradual progression through treasures above the second rank. Wherever they went, they fought.

They were practically devils raiding a village, leaving not a single tile intact.

Even throughout the previous Young Talents Competitions, such a sight was rare.

After all, no sect could have more than five members present at once. In other words, nearly three hundred cultivators required at least seventy or eighty sects to come together. With so many sects involved, there were usually disputes among them, making it difficult for them to unite as one.

In terms of sheer difficulty, this was actually harder than a Wanfa Realm cultivator challenging an Immaculate Realm cultivator across ranks and winning.

Yet Ning Ye had done it.

Even Mystic Mist Immortal Venerable could not help shaking his head. "This kid really has some skills."

Yue Xinluo covered her mouth and laughed. "All one can say is that he has personal charm."

Mystic Mist Immortal Venerable glanced at Silver Star Arhat beside him and smiled. "I fear someone is going to be unhappy."

Silver Star Arhat snorted. "Bitter Celestial Venerable, Immortal Venerable Guangling, Jade Gate Immortal, Immortal Hao Luo—are you really just going to