In the past, quite a few geniuses could still compare themselves to Yang Chen!
But now, before making such a comparison, they had to think twice.
"Yang Chen has indeed entered the Demigod Stage. Such a change in cultivation can bring him some astonishing transformations. But it shouldn't have changed him this much, should it? This kid actually... actually..." Daoist Qiangong and Fufeng Daoist were both at a loss for words.
Yang Chen's performance had far exceeded their expectations.
They had originally thought it would be enough if Yang Chen did not lose. But what he had shown was far more than merely avoiding defeat. Two consecutive battles, and he had stunned the entire audience, winning over every last person.
Such a scene should have been deafeningly noisy, yet now there was utter silence. Everyone had been submerged in this shock.
Luo Yihong was no exception. Her delicate body trembled slightly as she watched Yang Chen defeat Lin Qu, and she gulped audibly.
Such an inelegant gesture should never have appeared on her.
Yet this time, there was an exception.
Lin Qu's methods looked easy to break, but only those who had truly fought him would know just how tyrannical the Taiyuan Dragon Elephant Art was.
The way Yang Chen had broken it—both his methods and his composure—was beyond the reach of any other genius.
Could this be the wildness her master had spoken of?
Just how had her master discovered it?
It seemed her master had been right. In a certain sense, Yang Chen truly was stronger than the disciples of the Taiyi Sect.
While the entire arena was silent as a graveyard, the Taiyi Sect had also turned stiff and awkward.
Many people stared blankly at Lin Qu's defeat, still unable to accept the fact.
"Damn it, let