"Damn it!"
Golden Cicada seethed with resentment. That momentary interception had cost him his best chance to escape, and everyone had already surrounded him.
"Little bug, time to send you on your way!" With his spear in hand, Lin Fan thrust at Golden Cicada's head.
Bang!
Suddenly, a halo appeared around Golden Cicada. Not only did it block the strike, it also carried him away as a beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
"What a pity..." Lin Fan murmured. His opponent still had his Protective Talisman and had escaped disaster after all.
He swiftly refocused and began climbing the Sacred Mountain. While he had been fighting Golden Cicada, others had already reached the mountain. If he delayed any longer, there might not even be a drop of soup left for him.
Meanwhile, at the Secret Realm's exit, Golden Cicada stood motionless on the altar, consumed by fury. He had actually lost again. What a crushing humiliation!
At that moment, everyone outside was stunned. Looking at the young man on the altar, they naturally recognized him.
But... it was hard to believe. Wasn't this the Western Sect's First Generation who had stolen the limelight in the Secret Realm, the one even the Cult Masters thought could win and obtain the inheritance?
Now he had actually been eliminated. It was simply unbelievable.
Even some Cult Masters' eyes blazed. The dark horse they had favored had lost, something they had never anticipated.
"Who exactly did this?" someone asked.
Golden Cicada remained silent and gave no answer, as though he could not bring himself to say it.
Then an old Cult Master personally questioned him. Facing such a figure, Golden Cicada dared not act insolently and told the truth.
"The Heaven Mending Sect's First Generation? That child who's only ten years