On the other side of the VIP Seats, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin remained silent for a long time.
"Five black ten thousand year spirit rings, two red hundred thousand year spirit rings."
"Along with a divine rank martial soul and a domain capable of suppressing the Six-Winged Angel."
"I wouldn't dare estimate this young man's upper limit."
Chen Xin repeated his earlier assessment, but his tone was even graver than before.
"You're absolutely right, Uncle Jian. If this boy survives, his future will surely be boundless."
"Unfortunately, he revealed himself too soon. Spirit Hall will set its sights on him. Unless he truly has some means to protect himself, danger will lurk on every side."
"Moreover, I suspect he carries a god's inheritance."
Ning Fengzhi's expression was solemn. He waved the feather fan in his hand, his thoughts unreadable.
Hearing this, Chen Xin recalled the past and murmured, "A god's inheritance? Interesting. The Asura God once chose me, but I challenged Qian Daoliu and lost, forfeiting my eligibility for the godhood inheritance. I'm already a man forsaken by a god. I'm rather curious how far he can go." (This was part of the movie's side-story plot; anyone unfamiliar with it can look it up online.)
"It truly is a shame. How could a god's trials ever be easy?" Ning Fengzhi also felt immense regret at those words and couldn't help sighing.
Then the two looked at Huang Yun on the platform, complex emotions churning in their eyes.
"So... so strong..."
"A Soul Emperor... defeated in an instant..."
"If killing weren't forbidden in this competition, she probably would've died."
Over in Shrek's section, Yu Xiaogang had completely slumped into his chair, his glasses askew and his lips still trembling. This utterly overturned everything he knew.
Tang San sat silently beside