Even if other King level experts came, they absolutely could not accomplish something as terrifying as Yang Chen, could they?
He walked as though on level ground, carefree and unrestrained, as if he were strolling through his own backyard.
Naturally, the Dragon King experts did not want Yang Chen to make it up.
If Yang Chen had climbed normally, they would not have cared much. But if he ascended like this, it would leave them rather embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Mu Qing below stared dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open in shock.
"I refuse to believe that once this brat reaches ten thousand steps, he can still remain so utterly unruffled!" Several Dragon Kings exchanged glances.
They used Soul Transmission, ensuring Jin Zhao did not hear them.
Ten thousand steps marked the turning point of the entire Teng Long Stairway.
Once a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon reached ten thousand steps, its bloodline would awaken, and the remaining journey would be as flat ground. But for other races, or those who were not Five-Clawed Golden Dragons, once they passed ten thousand steps, they would sense the difficulty soaring by leaps and bounds, even feeling as though the steps beyond ten thousand belonged to an entirely different world.
Many Transcendent Realm experts had fallen before these ten thousand steps.
Yet while the Dragon Kings thought this, what they saw was not Yang Chen anxiously climbing toward the ten-thousandth step.
Instead, near the eight-thousandth step, he reached his hand toward Murong Qi not far away.
"Miss Murong, come up with me," Yang Chen said gently.
Worry appeared on Murong Qi's face. She had originally hoped to reach the Dragon Palace herself, so that she would not burden Yang Chen.
This was her pride. She was a genius, a peerlessly elegant genius.
She would not allow herself to