"What!?"
"These demon corpses weren't for Senior Brother Fu?"
"You heard that too? How could Elder Wei say something like that?"
"Something seems off!"
An uproar broke out all around.
Fu Haotian was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and turned back coldly.
"Old Wei, what do you mean by this? In the face of such an important matter, you'd better not make this kind of joke!"
Wei Zhenfang simply ignored him.
Not only did he not answer, he did not even spare him a proper glance.
With his hands behind his back, he looked toward the presiding elder. Fu Haotian was not even in his eyes, and his words had not been a joke.
Fu Haotian's expression immediately darkened.
The presiding elder was equally astonished.
"Elder Wei, this match concerns the position of Chief Disciple. This is no matter for jest. If your thousand demon corpses are not for Fu Haotian, then who are they for?"
Everyone stared in shock, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Not only did the disciples widen their eyes, even Nan Liqingming, Lord of the Azure Cloud Immortal Palace, and the distinguished guests who had remained unreadable until now all looked over curiously.
Wei Zhenfang had become the center of attention.
A single word from him could determine who became the Chief Disciple, and even decide the future Lord of the Heavenly Palace. His words carried extraordinary weight.
The outcome that had seemed obvious suddenly became shrouded in mystery. Wei Zhenfang had drawn every eye and whetted everyone's appetite.
Under countless gazes, his voice only grew steadier and firmer.
"I am not joking. These thousand demon corpses are absolutely not for Fu Haotian!"
The confirming words were softly spoken, yet they crashed down like rolling thunder.
Tens of thousands of people