"How is that possible..." Inside the examination crystal barrier paved with agate, nearly a thousand people looked at Xiao Yan during his test, gazing at the value of "97" soaring on the Hun Shi. They muttered, as if they had forgotten where they were, and the number before them continuously hammered against their minds!
Yao Wanyuan had once achieved an unprecedented score of "96" during his soul test, later winning the championship of that session of the Yao Clan Ceremony. In the century that followed, he had charged into becoming a Saint Grade Eighth-Tier Alchemist, cementing his formidable reputation.
How could this mere nobody Xiao Yan reach an even more perverted score of "97"? Did that not mean this fellow's future potential was even more terrifying than Yao Wanyuan's?
"No, no, this fellow must have used some kind of conspiracy and trickery..." Many fellows who refused to believe the truth guessed one after another that Xiao Yan had used some unpresentable means. However, Xiao Yan's test was not yet over; the value of 97 was still slowly changing. At the moment that the value on the Hun Shi changed, tiny spiderweb cracks continuously surfaced on the testing Hun Shi, which was as indestructible as a stubborn rock.
Outside, on Altar Mountain.
"Crack!" The tea set in the hand of Yao Wanyuan, who sat in the primary seat, was easily crushed to pieces. His body stood up straight, and his gaze slowly stared at the abnormally flickering "97" and Xiao Yan's figure within the crystal barrier before him.
"Brother Xiao Yan is truly amazing." Seeing this, Xun Er could not help but smile sweetly. However, she could clearly sense wave after wave of extremely icy killing intent sweeping out from around her; clearly, Xiao Yan's brilliant performance today made them quite