Within the Human Sacred Tower.
Jiang Yang remained calm and composed. Facing his so-called opponents, he cut them all down with a single sword strike, making it look effortless.
So far, he had not encountered anyone who could make him go all out.
Next floor!
The seventieth floor!
He had actually reached the seventieth floor.
How much time had passed since Jiang Yang's last tower challenge? Who would have thought he could reach such a level?
Outside, an uproar broke out.
But they were still uproaring too early.
There was more to come that would leave them in an uproar.
United Great City.
Dawn University.
Quite a few prodigies turned to look toward the Human Sacred Tower.
For an ordinary genius to achieve this much was truly no easy feat.
Unfortunately, he was still only average in the end.
Among the three top universities, Jiang Yang was merely lower-middle tier.
"Boring. What's so interesting about watching this?"
"Indeed. His movements have started slowing down at the seventieth floor. He probably has no hope of reaching eighty-five."
"Heh, do you think everyone is like you? You're among the top three freshmen of our human race. No matter how capable Jiang Yang is, he can't compare to you."
At the Sacred Institute and Holy City University, such dismissive remarks could be heard everywhere.
It was not that they looked down on others. It was simply that talent could not be changed sometimes.
The seventieth floor!
The seventy-fifth floor!
The eightieth floor!
Seeing this, the countless spectators were completely dumbfounded.
Were they shocked?
Of course they were shocked.
But by now, no one knew what to say.
The eightieth floor was enough to enter the top fifty of the overall rankings!
What kind of level was that?
Perhaps since the five schools had