Poison Flood Dragon

"Good lad!"

In the sect's great hall, the elders who had been eager to see Jiang Chen's strength had eyes shining with delight. They were immensely pleased with his performance.

True, Jiang Chen's attack had borrowed the Sky-Rending Halberd's killing power.

But killing a Late True Baleful Realm Evil Cultivator in a single move with the Blood Qi of an Early True Baleful Realm cultivator was still a terrifying feat.

At least, none of them believed they could have done it when they were young.

"A prodigy like this..."

The master of the True Sun Hall looked at Jiang Chen calmly withdrawing his weapon within the formation, his feelings in turmoil.

A prodigy who commanded everyone's attention like this should have belonged to his True Sun Hall.

Instead, he had turned Jiang Chen away over a mere question of resources.

Yesterday, he had thought Chu Wenxuan was not to blame. Now he wished he could kick Chu Wenxuan to death.

What the hell had that bastard done?

The master of the Four Symbols Hall had mixed feelings too.

Yesterday, during the clash between Jiang Chen and Liu Xuanyu, he had sided with Liu Xuanyu.

That was partly because Liu Xuanyu was an Elite True Disciple of the Four Symbols Hall, but also because Liu Xuanyu's potential genuinely seemed enough to rival Jiang Chen's.

Now, though, Liu Xuanyu probably could not catch Jiang Chen even if he whipped his horse to exhaustion.

In fact, the Elite True Disciples in the entire sect who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Chen could be counted on one hand.

And those other elite talents could all be replaced.

But the sect had no second Jiang Chen, someone who walked the path of Body Tempering.

He had to make a choice.

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