"I truly never expected this!"
Only after a long while did sighs begin to ripple through the crowd.
All along, in the eyes of East Pass's young talents, Hua Wuhen had been a charming, elegant figure who stood head and shoulders above the rest.
To the senior experts, he was a true favored son of heaven, someone they regarded highly and invested with great expectations.
Even his arrogance and womanizing had merely added colorful anecdotes to his many halos, giving people more to admire and discuss.
This world was exceptionally admiring and forgiving of geniuses.
Yet on this day, Hua Wuhen's image had finally been shattered beyond repair.
Before Fang Qianyuan, his performance had been little better than that of the other young talents. Like some nameless passerby, he had stepped up to accept the challenge, only to be defeated with ease.
Disappointed, many people could not help raising their estimation of Fang Qianyuan once again. They had thought he could challenge those above his level only because his opponents were at the ninth transformation. They had never imagined that even a tenth transformation expert like Hua Wuhen would prove no more formidable than a clay chicken or a pottery dog.
"Even Hua Wuhen was completely outmatched. Are the prodigies of the great sects really that powerful?"
"Where have all the talents of the great aristocratic clans gone? They usually boast about being invincible. Can they not find even one person capable of dealing with him?"
"What a crushing disappointment!"
"I thought the story of Fang Qianyuan killing a tenth transformation bandit had been exaggerated. Perhaps he had joined forces with others, and his sect had deliberately ignored their contributions to promote him alone. But now it's clear the rumors weren't exaggerated in the slightest. He really did kill that