"Chen Shan, well done!"
Seeing Chen Changming emerge, Fan Feichen strode over, spread his arms, and gave his beloved disciple a great big hug.
Chen Changming was overwhelmed by the favor.
"Master, the War God Ranking doesn't mean much. Plenty of people must still have tricks up their sleeves. Once the ranking tournament begins, I'll give you another surprise."
He quietly transmitted his voice.
Fan Feichen froze, then asked through a delighted voice transmission, "You still have strength to spare?"
Chen Changming nodded.
Overjoyed, Fan Feichen released Chen Changming with a broad smile.
He now felt that the wisest thing he had ever done was heed Li Huayuan's advice, make a generous promise to lure Chen Shan away from the Red Luan Immortal Sect, and take him as a personal disciple.
This personal disciple had truly given him far too many surprises.
Fan Feichen also believed that, under Chen Shan's leadership, the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect would march toward an even more glorious future!
Turning around, Fan Feichen looked at He Changkong with a beaming smile. "Sect Master He, Chen Shan is now at the top of the ranking. What do you have to say for yourself?"
At those words, He Changkong's face flushed the dark red of pig liver.
Beside him, Ye Xuanji stared fixedly at Chen Changming, cold light flickering in his eyes.
He refused to accept it!
In the ranking tournament to come, he would have a proper battle with Chen Shan and let him experience just how formidable Ye Xuanji was!
Qin Poxiao of the Taiji Dao Palace was quite friendly with He Changkong. Now, he stepped forward to ease the situation. "Sect Master Fan, there's no need to be so smug. A mere War God Ranking proves nothing. Which of the geniuses from the sects gathered