When Ouyang Qinghe appeared, the several sects that had been certain of taking the top three places saw their momentum plunge to rock bottom, leaving them no more room for wishful thinking.
Even the Tianwu Hall elder, who had been sitting back like a fisherman waiting for the fish to bite, felt his eyelids twitch violently and grew apprehensive.
Little Martial Saint had always acted alone. If he ran into Shen Yun and the others during the trial, even with his two fists, he would have trouble fighting off four hands and might not gain the slightest advantage.
"Good! Good! Truly wonderful!"
Joy reached Ouyang Yuanshan's brows, and the corners of his mouth nearly split to the back of his head.
He straightened his back and strode forward to welcome them, surrounded by several old friends.
"Grandfather." Ouyang Qinghe drew herself up in a formal salute and asked after him with a smile.
"Greetings, Elder." Behind her, every disciple was radiant, and they all clasped their fists in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
"No need for ceremony! You are all meritorious heroes of my Ouyang Family!"
Ouyang Yuanshan was beaming. With a sweep of his large sleeve, gentle force surged forth and steadily lifted everyone to their feet.
Several elder powerhouses watched with envy. As they shook their heads and sighed, the sourness in their words nearly overflowed. "Brother Yuanshan, I'm truly green with envy this time. Look at these descendants of your family, then think of those useless youngsters in my sect... Ah, forget it!"
Who present wasn't a shrewd old fox? With a single glance, they could tell that the Ouyang Family had reaped a rich harvest this time.
"Haha, you flatter me, everyone. This time, we owe it all to Young Friend Shen's wholehearted assistance."