The moment Ling Zhuo said this, everyone fell silent. After all, everyone had witnessed Xiao Yan's breakthrough attempt. No one could provide a fitting explanation for the sudden surge in Xiao Yan's soul power.
A surge in soul power of that magnitude could not be brushed aside with a mere claim of hidden strength. Many people still had their doubts. Now that the excitement following Xiao Yan's feat had calmed, countless gazes fell upon him, waiting for his explanation.
Yet as Xiao Yan looked at the aggressive Ling Zhuo, he felt nothing but contempt. In his eyes, Ling Zhuo was exactly like Gu Yao—spoiled young masters whose identities as descendants of a Dou Di and superior strength had clouded their reason. Moreover, Ling Zhuo was targeting him so relentlessly simply because he could not accept defeat. Rather than a prodigy, he was more like an unruly child who had never been properly disciplined.
"Ling Zhuo, which eye saw me take a pill?"
"Hahahaha, what a joke!" Ling Zhuo barked coldly. "During the trial, your soul power rose all the way to the late Spiritual State Soul. I personally witnessed you break through to the Spiritual State Soul a few months ago. If you did not take pills, how could you possibly unleash such powerful soul strength?"
Xiao Yan merely clasped his hands behind his back and sneered. "How ignorant."
"The Douqi Continent is so vast. Do you Spirit Clan people encompass everything? Just because you do not know of certain miraculous secret arts does not mean they do not exist."
Xiao Yan's words caused quite a commotion. It was not that so many people did not believe him, but rather that they could not imagine the grade of a secret art capable of raising soul power from the early Spiritual