Wu Zhangkong's Boasting

It was absolutely possessed!

The power that Rouge had just unleashed—majestic and sublime—had completely exceeded Ji Fengyu's expectations.

It had even strangled and devoured Jiang Nannan's Rouge Soft-Muscle Python!

But that power came as quickly as it went;

after devouring the Rouge Soft-Muscle Python, it dissipated like the receding tide, and Rouge returned to normal.

"Dragon horns!"

"Are you... transforming into a dragon now?!"

After his initial confusion, Ji Fengyu sensed the changes in the Rouge Dragon-Muscle Python with pleasant surprise.

Although its age had not increased, its bloodline concentration had reached a powerful level comparable to a True Dragon, definitely on par with top-tier spirit beast overlords like the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear!

If one were to talk about potential, Rouge was even stronger!

Its colors had also increased; the original rouge-colored scales had turned into a brilliant nine-colored hue, and a pair of petite dragon horns had sprouted atop its head.

Now, it was a Nine-Colored Dragon-Horned Python.

"Hiss!"

The Dragon-Horned Python rubbed against Ji Fengyu's leg in a daze and let out a yawn, appearing somewhat sleepy.

"Did you eat something intoxicating?"

Ji Fengyu chuckled and recalled the Dragon-Horned Python.

He looked around;

the challenge in the Hall of Heroes seemed to have ended. It appeared that the 4-ring Xiao Xiao he had just defeated was the strongest enemy.

"Exiting now..."

That electronic voice rang out immediately:

"10, 9, 8..."

"He's out, he's out!"

"Brother Ji is out! And Lan Xuanyu too!"

Xie Xie and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, stirred with pleasant surprise.

"I knew it, Brother Ji is the strongest!"

Tang Wulin puffed out his chest and raised his head proudly, though he felt a bit unconvinced in his heart.

Why, out of all of them, could only Brother Ji clear the stage, and that Lan Xuanyu as well?

Is the Ascending Dragon Pillar really that amazing?

"Lan Xuanyu..."

Gu Yue's expression darkened on the spot.

Only Ji Fengyu and Lan Xuanyu had completely cleared the stage; only two support-types had completely cleared it.

Doesn't that mean they are the most outstanding and the best match?

Damn it!

Is this body still incapable of doing it?

Has this body already reached its limit?!

"Sect Master, should we go take a look?"

In the observation room, Wu Zhangkong's expression returned to calm as he looked at Yang Haofeng.

"You go. Let me catch my breath; I need to be alone for a moment."

Yang Haofeng was still clutching his chest, grimacing in pain.

The Rouge Soft-Muscle Python!

The one used by the ancestor Jiang Nannan! Out of print! The only one in existence!

And it had just been devoured by Ji Fengyu!

The key was that Ji Fengyu wasn't even a member of the Tang Sect; he was just someone Wu Zhangkong had brought in to test and use the facilities.

"Wait!"

Yang Haofeng suddenly thought of something and called out to stop Wu Zhangkong.

"Ask Ji Fengyu if he has any intention of joining the Tang Sect."

"If there is any hope, you must pull him into the Tang Sect!"

Yang Haofeng said firmly.

They are both Rouge Soft-Muscle Pythons.

Ji Fengyu's Rouge Soft-Muscle Python devoured Jiang Nannan's, merging like terms.

So why couldn't Ji Fengyu's Rouge Soft-Muscle Python be considered the same one as Jiang Nannan's?

As long as Ji Fengyu is pulled into the Tang Sect, it wouldn't count as a loss!

Yang Haofeng thought with a touch of self-deception.

Ahem, the Rouge Soft-Muscle Python of the ancestor Jiang Nannan disappeared?

No, it was just inherited by Ji Fengyu and underwent a slight mutation; it is still that very same one!

"Fine!"

Wu Zhangkong's mouth twitched as well; he clearly understood the Sect Master's desire to cut losses in time.

But he couldn't decide whether Ji Fengyu would join the Tang Sect or not.

"Brother Ji, you truly live up to your reputation!"

"That was too brutal. Among us power-attack types, you are the fiercest. Anyone who tries to ambush you, the support, is in for a world of pain."

Xie Xie teased and flattered him.

"Low profile, keep a low profile. I'm just a support."

Ji Fengyu was beaming with joy. Using the Dark Gold Terror Claw to break an Invincible Golden Body and having his Soul Spirit evolve—he was truly feeling quite satisfied.

"Brother Ji..."

Tang Wulin looked at Ji Fengyu deeply and couldn't help but start thinking.

When he first entered the Hall of Heroes, he was suddenly separated from Ji Fengyu and immediately lost control, even tearing apart the phantom of Bei Bei that appeared before him on the spot.

Fortunately, he wasn't truly separated from Brother Ji, but rather split up for the trial. Tang Wulin had breathed a sigh of relief when he was knocked out.

But what if they were truly separated?

If he wasn't by Brother Ji's side, how could he protect Brother Ji's safety?

He was very worried!

"Xuanyu, you really stunned everyone. The combat power of the people in there was so terrifying, how did you clear the stage?"

Na'er looked at Lan Xuanyu with some curiosity.

Lan Xuanyu scratched her head, feeling quite uncomfortable. How else could she have cleared it?

She just hid inside the Ascending Dragon Pillar and tanked it!

"Teacher Wu is here."

Gu Yue reminded them with a stiff tone, and the group immediately fell silent.

Thump, thump...

Wu Zhangkong's footsteps were steady and powerful as he arrived before the group and stood still, his gaze shifting between Ji Fengyu and Lan Xuanyu.

He was not surprised that Lan Xuanyu could clear the stage.

After all, even he couldn't cut through that magical pillar.

As for Ji Fengyu, he was even more bizarre!!!

It seemed that as long as one held malice toward Ji Fengyu, they would invite some unpredictable and immense terror!

Long Yeyue fled with her Dual Saint Dragon Martial Souls, and Jiang Nannan's Rouge Soft-Muscle Python was devoured...

He truly had to re-evaluate Ji Fengyu.

"You all performed quite well."

"But do not be arrogant."

"Do you know that the phantoms you encountered just now were the real Shrek Seven Devils who existed in history!"

"They were the real versions of them from that specific stage!"

"Furthermore, this Hall of Heroes only displayed at most 90% of their combat power."

"So, you see..."

Before Wu Zhangkong could finish his sentence, the group couldn't help but roll their eyes in unison.

Only 90% of their combat power?

Good grief!

And that was even while letting them fight!

In history, could the Shrek Seven Devils of Huo Yuhao's generation really have beaten them like this when they were at the 2-ring level with only 90% of their power?

What a load of nonsense!

If it weren't for the fact that they had the Golden Dragon King, the Silver Dragon King, the Other Half of the Silver Dragon King, the Ascending Dragon Pillar, and the Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Dark among them, they almost would have believed it!

"Teacher Wu, Senior Bei Bei didn't seem to have awakened his Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul yet when he was at the 2-ring level, right?"

Xie Xie had a question.

Could the 2-ring Bei Bei really have crushed him with 90% of his strength?

"Alright, let's not bring that up for now."

"My point was to keep you from getting arrogant, yet you brat are digging for the truth—Xie Xie, extra training when we get back!"

Wu Zhangkong cast a cold glance at Xie Xie.

Having his bluff called, he felt a wave of awkwardness, but Wu Zhangkong's mental fortitude was extremely high, and he immediately changed the subject without batting an eye:

"I believe everyone has experienced this Hall of Heroes by now, haven't you?"

"It is a place even more exceptional than the Spirit Ascension Platform."

"However, the reason you all came this time is actually by tagging along on the Tang Sect quotas of Xie Xie and Wang Jinxi."

"If you want to enter the Hall of Heroes for training in the future, you must join the Tang Sect!"

"You few, do you not have any thoughts of joining the Tang Sect yet?"

Wu Zhangkong deployed his tactic of enticement.

Swish!

Everyone's gaze turned toward Ji Fengyu.

Everyone knew that whether the rest of them joined the Tang Sect depended entirely on a single word from Ji Fengyu.

"Wulin, stop worrying about this Ji Fengyu for now."

"You must join the Tang Sect quickly!"

Tang San, watching from within the sea of consciousness, grew anxious and couldn't help but speak up.