The white light dissipated.
On the light screen, Han Xuanji's name was steadily lit up, shining brightly in a dazzling golden halo.
Xiao Yan's name slowly faded into obscurity.
The island returned to calm, and the seawater surged back in, as if to drown out the traces of the battle that had just taken place.
Han Xuanji stood still, slowly withdrew his palm strike, and exhaled deeply.
In this battle, he held nothing back, and Xiao Yan also gave it his all.
To be honest, if Xiao Yan had held on a little longer, he might have lost too.
And this result is worthy of their agreement.
He raised his hand and looked at his palm. There was a faint burn mark on his fingertips, left from the final punch he exchanged with Xiao Yan.
He clenched his fist gently, and the burn marks completely disappeared.
This is also the benefit of cultivating the Dao of Life and Death. As long as you can't kill him instantly, you can recover quickly once you have time to catch your breath.
now.
Outside, in the stands, there was utter silence.
The silence lasted for a full three breaths.
The stands, packed with tens of thousands of people, were so quiet you could hear a pin drop; it was as if even the wind had stopped.
All eyes were fixed on the enormous light screen, watching Han Xuanji's name shine brightly in the golden light, and watching Xiao Yan's name slowly fade away.
Then, the silence was shattered by a roar.
"We won! Han Xuanji won!"
The first to shout was a young member of the Soul Household.
He suddenly sprang up from his seat, waving his fists, his expression shifting rapidly from tense to ecstatic.
His voice was sharp and trembling, as if emotions that had been suppressed for too long had finally found an outlet.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
" Han Xuanji! Han Xuanji! Han Xuanji!"
A deafening roar erupted from every corner of the stands, converging into a thunderous sound that swept across the entire square.
The cultivators of Thousand Souls City waved their spirit flags wildly, and the disciples of the Soul Household jumped and danced together. The local cultivators, who had been suffocated by the outsiders, finally found an outlet for their frustration.
"Who says Thousand Souls City is no good! Who says our little border town can't produce talented people!"
"The prefecture-level seed wins the championship!"
"Hahaha! Those from Nine Mysteries City and Azure Moon City, didn't they look down on us before? And now? The champion is from Thousand Souls City!"
"Young Master Han is mighty! The Soul Household is mighty!"
Wang Ping jumped up from his seat, so excited he was incoherent, grabbing Hun Jiuge's collar and shaking him back and forth:
"He won! Brother Han won! I knew it! I knew he could win!"
Hun Jiuge felt dizzy from his shaking, but she didn't push him away. She just grinned and kept smiling, her eyes slightly red.
Hun Qianling sat in her seat, not shouting like the others.
Her hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her gaze fixed on the lit name on the screen, as if trying to etch it into her eyes.
Li Tiantong let out a deep breath, losing his usual composure, and celebrated wildly with Wang Ping and the others.
On the other side of the stands, the cultivators from other continents were much more silent at this moment.
"He even defeated the Saint King Bloodline; according to my elders, that was the divine son of the Great Sheng Sacred Dynasty."
"Now I finally understand why Song Tiancheng lost so decisively. It wasn't that Song Tiancheng was weak; it was that Han Xuanji was just too strong."
"The quality of this Principle Conference is probably the highest in nearly ten thousand years, and Han Xuanji is the strongest of all time."
"His foundation is terrifying. His spiritual power and physical body are combined in a way that is unparalleled in its dominance. Among those of the same realm, even the most outstanding figures from supreme forces can only achieve this."
"Among the peerless geniuses of this generation from the supreme forces, he will surely have a place."
No matter how arrogant these geniuses from powerful forces were, they all lowered their heads when they saw Han Xuanji.
The irrefutable facts are undeniable, and even the most stubborn person cannot refute them.
On the high platform.
Elder Meng slowly stood up.
His movements were slow, but the entire platform fell silent for a moment the instant he stood up.
This Sage elder of the Great Dao Society has remained seated upright since the beginning of the event, never rising during any battle.
At that moment, he stood up, his gaze fixed on the figure in blue robes on the light screen, lingering there for a long time.
"This child has a profound foundation and has cultivated both his physical body and mind. With proper nurturing and time, he will surely be able to overcome the great tribulation of Sage and ascend to the Eternal Saint Realm."
His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly:
"Many geniuses emerged from the Principle Conference, but even among the top ten, only one in ten will eventually reach the Sage Realm Stage."
However, this year's quality is high, perhaps reaching 50%.
Han Xuanji must be among them.
These words carried immense weight. For Elder Meng to utter the words "must be among them" meant that Han Xuanji was highly regarded by him, far surpassing other Heavenly Seeds.
The representatives of the major powers below the stage all turned their heads, their gazes towards Elder Meng filled with approval.
Clearly, that's what they think too.
This Principle Conference is probably the most prestigious one in nearly 100,000 years.
Going back further, they certainly deserve a place among the top.
Song Ling stood to the side, his expression unreadable.
He harbored some prejudice against Han Xuanji, feeling that Han Xuanji's presence greatly diminished the impact of Song Tiancheng's emergence. However, Han Xuanji's performance was indeed too outstanding, even Elder Meng, a Sage expert, praised him. If he didn't say something, it would seem that he lacked vision.
After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly and spoke softly, his voice neither loud nor soft:
"This kid is truly unexpected; no wonder Song Tiancheng was so convinced of his defeat."
Although it was just a brief compliment, given his previous attitude, it was already a huge concession.
Ling Zheng nodded as well:
"After this battle, the name Han Xuanji will spread throughout the Sacred Radiance Domain."
Hun Qianxue sat in his seat, holding a teacup, his hands trembling slightly.
For a split second, he almost stood up and shouted, but he held back.
He is the lord of a city; he cannot lose his composure.
He couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
He brought the teacup to his lips, only to find that the tea had long since gone cold.
He didn't pay any attention and simply drank the cup of cold tea in one gulp.
As for Jiang Boyuan, he no longer cared.
The other party didn't make a fool of themselves by stepping forward to criticize Han Xuanji. Instead, they smiled and discussed Han Xuanji's prowess with those around them. What they were thinking was unknown, but they showed no outward signs of anything amiss.
Wang Chong also stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Han Xuanji with a deep gaze.
I witnessed firsthand that even with the power of the Saint King Bloodline, Xiao Yan still lost.
"We'll have to give this kid a good talking-to later. But just who is this Han Xuanji? He's so fierce..."
He wasn't disappointed, after all, he had achieved his goal, and Xiao Yan no longer resisted this force.
In his view, if Xiao Yan had been able to use this power more skillfully, the outcome might have been different.
That's right, Han Xuanji is indeed very strong now.
However, Xiao Yan's future is clearly brighter. With the Saint King Bloodline as his foundation, it is not difficult for him to step into the Holy Lord Realm.
If one day he can combine his bloodline with the Dao of Principle and reach the Saint King Realm Stage, then Xiao Yan will restore the eternal glory of the Great Sheng Saint Ancestor!