"Sect Master He, your Beast Taming Immortal Sect has truly made a grand gesture!"
Zhou Zichuan of the Purple Sky Sect looked at the majestic White Tiger on the arena and could not help voicing his envy.
The White Tiger was one of the Four Divine Beasts. Its mid-stage Level Twelve cultivation was comparable to a fifth-layer Spirit Transformation cultivator. With the aid of the other Demon Kings, Ye Xuanji's strength had soared tremendously!
To put it bluntly, he felt that if his own disciples encountered Ye Xuanji, they would have no chance of victory.
In other words—
Ye Xuanji now had the qualifications to rank among the top three in the placement matches!
If he could defeat Lei Minghong, Ye Xuanji might even be able to battle Bai Shenyu and strive for first place!
"Hehe, they are merely insignificant tricks, not worth mentioning."
Seeing Ye Xuanji reveal this true trump card, He Changkong deliberately smiled as though it were nothing, yet the pride in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
His gaze passed over the crowd and swept toward the platform where the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect was seated. With a trace of mockery in his voice, he said, "That brat Chen Shan once boasted of being a beast-taming prodigy, yet he never realized that Ye Xuanji had already left him far behind!"
Hearing He Changkong bring up Chen Shan again, Fan Feichen's anger flared at once. He sneered, "He Changkong, don't get too pleased with yourself! Who will emerge the victor is still uncertain!"
"Oh? Does Sect Master Fan think Chen Shan still has a chance to turn things around?" He Changkong snorted, his tone brimming with disdain.
Fan Feichen was not angered. Instead, a mysterious smile curved across his lips. "Chen Shan's true strength is far beyond anything