In the second match of the Heaven's Pride Ranking, Chen Changming controlled fifty-four natal Flying Swords and effortlessly defeated an inner sect disciple at the peak of the tenth level of the Golden Core Realm with the overwhelming force of a whirlwind scattering clouds.
This battle shocked the entire audience!
"Everyone, Chen Shan's strength is plain for all to see. There's no longer any suspense about him making the top three, right?"
Inside the Sect Master Hall.
Li Zizai beamed with pride as he smiled at everyone in the hall.
The thirteen peak masters wore livid expressions, silent as ice.
At this point, a powerful sense of frustration had risen in their hearts as well.
If Chen Shan entered the top three of the inner sect disciple tournament, wouldn't that mean they had all been a pack of blind fools back then?
Passing over such an outstanding inner sect disciple—weren't they simply blind?
"Senior Brother, your discerning eye truly shines!"
He Changkong laughed.
"Of course."
Li Zizai smiled smugly. "Chen Shan is absolutely a talent. His current combat power should be about on par with Ye Xuanji's when she was at the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm, shouldn't it?"
"Still somewhat inferior. After all, Ye Xuanji had always held something back."
He Changkong's assessment was exceedingly fair.
"Perhaps Chen Shan is holding back too. I think that boy has at least nine more natal Flying Swords."
Li Zizai smiled as he staunchly supported the inner sect disciple he admired.
"Senior Brother, the Immortal Pool only offers one opportunity, so it will be difficult for Chen Shan to become someone with a Heavenly Spirit Root."
He Changkong smiled faintly. "If he does not even possess a Heavenly Spirit Root, how can Chen Shan be mentioned in the same breath