On the training grounds.
At this moment.
As Xie Xiaojiu was defeated, everyone began reassessing Jiang Ning.
To the true powerhouses, the ninth rank of the Martial Dao was nothing much.
Stepping into the ninth rank merely meant one had just set foot upon the great road of the Martial Dao.
Even taking the first step into the eighth rank was nothing remarkable.
Because that step could be reached through external aids.
But defeating someone as renowned as Xie Xiaojiu was a different matter.
That meant Jiang Ning had at least reached minor completion in the Divine Strength Realm, and most likely major completion.
Reaching that stage was not something external aids could accomplish.
Only by mastering force could one internally temper the toughness of one's muscles.
At his age, achieving this not only proved that his talent in the foundational levels of the Martial Dao was exceptional, but also that his comprehension was extraordinary and his aptitude for martial arts outstanding.
Only by possessing both, and standing head and shoulders above the masses, could one reach this stage at such an age.
Especially those who had looked into Jiang Ning—they knew even better just how extraordinary his talent was.
He had practiced martial arts for barely over three months, yet had reached this point. Even with the help of a powerful patron, such talent still left them utterly stunned, as though they had witnessed a celestial being.
At this moment.
In a corner of the stands, Lin Qingyi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This brat had actually been hiding his strength before?"
"He had practiced martial arts for three months, yet he could defeat Xie Xiaojiu?"
Compared to the others, Lin Qingyi knew far better how terrifying Jiang Ning was.
The others could not tell exactly how strong Xie Xiaojiu was—what