"Brother Xiao Yan!"
In the section where the members of Pan Gate sat.
Seeing Xiao Yan sent flying by Bai Cheng's blow and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Xun'er could not help crying out.
Beside her, Hu Jia reached out to stop her, her own eyes full of worry.
"Relax. He'll be fine."
Xiao Fan glanced at the worried Xun'er and Hu Jia and smiled at them before turning his gaze back to the Competition Stage.
Xiao Yan drew a deep breath, suppressed the bloody taste rising in his throat, and narrowed his eyes at Bai Cheng opposite him.
"So your strength has received a massive boost?"
Watching Bai Cheng's savage grin, Xiao Yan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the furious Bai Cheng, Xiao Yan said calmly, "You're actually trying to compete with us Alchemists in popping pills?"
As he spoke, Xiao Yan took a handful of pills from his Storage Ring and stuffed them all into his mouth.
Outside the stage, everyone was stunned by Xiao Yan's extravagant display of wealth.
Xiao Fan glanced at the pills in Xiao Yan's hand.
They were mostly pills that restored dou qi. It seemed he had been burning through the dou qi in his body.
"Haha, we almost forgot Xiao Yan is a Fifth-Rank Alchemist! He must have heaps of pills on him!"
"Exactly! Stuffing a whole handful of pills into his mouth like that, tsk, tsk. That's an Alchemist for you!"
"Look, Xiao Yan's taken out another pill."
"That jade bottle-it's the Dragon Strength Pill Xiao Yan refined during the alchemy competition! I was close enough to see it back then!"
"What? Don't tell me he's going to swallow the Dragon Strength Pill?"
Xiao Yan took the Dragon Strength Pill