"That was incredible!"
In the Control Room, Zhao Xing'er and Qi Dian cheered together at the sight of the undead being cut down by a sword, shouting in celebration of Yue Wen's victory.
Everyone else was once again left stunned by Yue Wen.
He had actually done it?
How on earth had he managed it?
From his earlier hundred and five deaths to his later slaying of the Hanging-Lantern Celestial Beast almost without injury, the greatest change in Yue Wen had naturally been that series of pills that boosted his cultivation.
The composition of that meal had been far too complicated.
Even Perfected One Nagiko had not seen exactly how many pills he had swallowed, but she could tell that even his appearance had changed afterward-from head to toe, he exuded something inhuman.
Although no one present knew exactly what pills those were, a moment's thought told them they were definitely Spirit Pills and Treasured Medicines worth a fortune!
Had that really been necessary?
Coming to the Demon-Locking Secret Realm was merely a training exercise. By using all sorts of Poison Pills and Treasured Medicines here, Yue Wen had indeed achieved a rare result, clearing his way through a late Fifth Realm Great Demon with middle Astral Realm cultivation.
But honing combat skills and improving cultivation mainly depended on the quality of the fighting, not the level of the opponents one could defeat.
Just how deep a grudge did someone need to spend so much money killing Demon Beasts?
Was it pure hatred?
Of course, pill-induced improvements still required a foundation. Yue Wen's near-perfect execution of his combat techniques and his deep, solid Astral Qi cultivation were what mattered most-and what made him stronger than the other trainees.
Both were in the middle Astral Realm, yet Yue Wen's middle-stage cultivation