As they watched Ye Tian's easy composure and Su Ming lying on the ground, suppressed so thoroughly that he could not even lift his head,
everyone wore a different expression. The Su Family's younger disciples, in particular, practically worshipped Ye Tian as a god.
With nothing more than a wave of his hand, a stamp of his foot, or a lift of his finger, he could utterly crush a saint pinnacle expert, leaving him sprawled on the ground like an ant.
And what about them? Even with five or six attacking together, Su Ming had taken them all down in a single move.
The gulf between prodigies was so vast that there was simply no bridging it.
Anyone who did not know better might have thought Ye Tian was some old monster concealing his true age.
"My greatest dream in this life was to follow in Young Master Ye Tian's footsteps. Now it seems that was nothing but wishful thinking."
"I thought the young master was a true dragon and we were ants. Only now do I realize we aren't even qualified to be ants. We don't deserve it!"
"I'm done. Let everything be destroyed. Before that happens, I have one last wish: to receive some divine arts casually bestowed by Young Master Ye Tian."
"Cousin, the beads from your abacus are practically flying into my face."
Some of the younger disciples chatted among themselves, relaxed and cheerful, their earlier tension gone. A few even teased one another about wanting to cling to Ye Tian's coattails.
"With our young master's strength, few among the Eternal Immortal Domain's younger generation can rival him."
"At least, that's true of the present generation. Once the Age of Great Contention begins, those Ancient Freaks and Taboo Prodigies will awaken. They were all kings of