Yang Chen had passed the Thirteenth Wave?
When such a shocking number emerged, it was surely the most staggering achievement anyone could imagine.
The Thirteenth Wave?
"He passed the Thirteenth Wave? Doesn't that mean he entered the Fourteenth Wave?"
"He reached the Fourteenth Wave?"
"This... is too unbelievable."
"The Sea of Trials only has fifteen waves in total, right? He reached the Fourteenth Wave. In all the years of the Sacred Domain, there probably hasn't been another genius like him."
"The Fourteenth Wave... compared to that, Mo Qianwu and Zhao Yuanhong..."
Many people did not dare say it aloud, but upon hearing those words, Mo Qianwu and Zhao Yuanhong already felt too ashamed to show their faces. After all, the two of them had just launched what they thought were sharp provocations at Yang Chen.
They had been full of confidence in their improved strength, believing they could display astonishingly formidable power in the Sea of Trials. Yet the result was so cruel that it made them understand what true, absolute strength was.
You, Mo Qianwu, were proud of passing the Eleventh Wave?
Yang Chen had passed the Twelfth and Thirteenth Waves in one breath, and now he had entered the Fourteenth Wave, creating an achievement that few in the Seven Swords Pavilion had reached over countless years!
Mo Qianwu's face burned red. Recalling how he had provoked Yang Chen earlier, even he felt rather like a clown hopping on a stage.
Let alone everyone else.
Looking around now, Mo Qianwu noticed that most people were looking at him strangely, some even with pity. That was even more unacceptable to him.
"Ahhh! So what if he passed the Thirteenth Wave? He must have relied on some special method! I refuse to believe he can pass the Fourteenth Wave too!" Mo