As Xiao Yan's languid words fell, Gu He's aura faltered.
Could he really possess the ability of a Seventh-Rank Alchemist?
Looking at Xiao Yan's frighteningly young face, he still found it impossible to believe, but things had already reached this point. He had been driven into a dead end.
Enough. Whatever happens, I must fight this battle today!
Gu He roared inwardly. With a wave of his hand, an ancient Medicine Cauldron, blue-purple throughout, appeared before him.
"Gu He, regardless of today's outcome, I will severely punish your insolence," Yun Shan said darkly.
"After this contest, I will submit to whatever punishment the former sect master sees fit." Faced with Yun Shan's dark expression, Gu He still gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
"Why is this boy as stubborn as a mule?" Floating above his own spirit tablet, Yun Potian shook his head helplessly.
Having truly experienced life and death, he was not particularly shaken by the confrontation. Xiao Yan's talent, on the other hand, gave even him a dreamlike sense of unreality.
Back when he had reached the Dou Zun Realm, he had traveled through the Central Plains and visited the Pill Tower. Yet even the most monstrous genius he had encountered had only been a Fifth-Rank Alchemist at this age.
Even that had been far beyond what anyone on the Northwest Continent could imagine. Seventh rank was simply too fantastical.
"Does he... really have the ability of a Seventh-Rank Alchemist?" Behind Xiao Yan, Yun Yun stared at him blankly.
She had not yet reached the point of liking Xiao Yan, but this youth's domineering, roguish air and his talent, which shocked her time and again, always left a deeper impression than his background.
"Today, this young master will show you what real alchemy looks like!"