"...'Condensing a Natal Great Star' will be as easy as turning your hand over for you, but after you succeed, you must keep a low profile.
Remember, keep a low profile! Quietly slip out of the territory first. We'll talk once you reach the hall..."
His earnest instructions echoed through the great hall, but the Blue-Robed Middle-Aged Man had already vanished.
The expressions of the Titled Generals present shifted. First came suspicion and astonishment, then sudden realization, until at last... it all seemed perfectly natural!
Everyone looked toward the young man with envy in their eyes.
After all, Yi Xing was right.
For an unprecedented, peerless prodigy of the Human Race, something as trivial as "condensing a Natal Great Star" could never possibly be an obstacle!
Under everyone's watchful gaze,
Li Qingshan could only force down the twitch at the corner of his mouth, letting a calm smile bloom across his face as he maintained the bearing of a "peerless prodigy."
At the same time, the words "hundreds of millions of times" flashed through his mind like an unending curse!
Hundreds of millions of times harder than "Body Transforms into a Star"—what kind of concept was that?!
Did Yi Xing understand him?
No, Yi Xing understood nothing at all!
In this world, the only one who could barely be said to understand him was Wusheng, who had just self-destructed to death—and even he had understood only one ten-thousandth of it!
Time trickled away second by second in the silence, until...
"This is the bearing of an Eight-Restriction Expert!"
A voice of admiration rang out. Everyone present turned in astonishment, their gazes converging on the Black-Robed Youth standing with his hands behind his back.
It was truly hard to imagine that, after Yi Xing had revealed so much information, Xiang Hao's