Looking at Wan Renshan as he stepped onto the stage, Wen Shiling fell silent for a moment.
He never expected that his opponent would be such a disheveled individual.
It's utterly offensive.
Those who could participate in the Battle of the Prodigies were all outstanding young talents of their generation, yet he happened to run into such a beggar.
Wen Shiling was the kind of person who quite enjoyed beautiful women.
Whether it's male or female beauty, as long as it's attractive, his mood will improve slightly, regardless of romantic feelings; it's simply about looks.
He had initially thought that if the other person Higher Vehicle attractive, he might be able to be a little gentler, but now, looking at her...
"Crude and shallow, lazy and undisciplined, a disgrace to culture."
"Someone as slovenly as you dares to call themselves a prodigy, dares to fight me?"
"Disgusting."
He disliked speaking, uttering only a few words as his fingers flew, creating a dazzling array of hand seals. In an instant, his Divine Ability unfolded, a vast, vibrant purple river flowing down from above, like stars twinkling across the arena.
Pale purple smoke drifted and billowed, filling the entire area almost in the blink of an eye.
It even flowed out of the arena.
If it weren't for the array around the arena, the spectators on the outside would probably have been enveloped in this pale purple smoke.
Even though the smoke didn't drift beyond the designated area, quite a few people were still frightened.
"What a potent poison! Ouch, thankfully the formation blocked it, otherwise, we would have truly become innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire."
" The Myriad Poisons Physique lives up to its name. If this purple qi touches him for even half a moment, let alone someone of the same cultivation level, even someone a level higher would likely suffer ruptured flesh. A moment's contact would cause excruciating pain. No matter how tough one's skin or bones, without breaking the Sacred Physique, no one can defend against it."
"Let alone contact with it, even accidental inhalation will immediately cause dizziness. I've fought him before, and the consequences were utterly unbearable to recall... Moreover, this poison is one he concocted himself. In the entire world, few besides him can quickly find a cure, but to obtain the medicine from him..."
"How?"
"You've probably forgotten that Wen Shiling has always been known as a spendthrift. At major auctions, any precious medicine that he sets his sights on almost always ends up in his hands, no matter how high the price. Where do you think his money comes from?"
"Hiss..."
The audience still couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves.
However, every student who spoke, especially those with slightly lower cultivation levels, suppressed their voices.
Wen Shiling is really a rather unpredictable person.
They simply didn't want to provoke them.
Some people, however, didn't lower their voices, but the content of their conversations...
"This last remaining seedling of the Primordial Holy Heaven doesn't look very promising."
"I saw this person during the last Ten Institutes Grand Competition. Back then, he was considered a prodigy, a young talent, and he was very capable. But seeing him today, he looks just like those old men who seem to have no chance of breaking through, so defeated and dejected."
"It's no wonder he acted this way. I remember he was always the number one among the Ten Saints of the Primordial. It's possible that he developed inner demons after being surpassed by Shentu Feng, who had been second for ten thousand years. Many proud and arrogant geniuses couldn't accept the setback and changed their personalities because of it. One more Wan Renshan wouldn't make a difference."
" Wan Renshan is so young, yet he's obsessed with demons. What's he doing on stage? So careless! Even if he gets beaten to death on stage, he can't blame anyone else."
"The elders will intervene. He shouldn't die, but the extent of his injuries is uncertain."
These discussions made no attempt to refrain from being hushed.
Whoever was speaking, they were not afraid of the Primordial Holy Heaven at all. In fact, many of them raised their voices and looked in the direction of the Primordial Holy Heaven with schadenfreude. Clearly, they were speaking to certain people.
The students of the Primordial Holy Heaven were already filled with despair, and hearing such pessimistic words only made them more heartbroken.
And they weren't blind; they also saw just how terrifying Wen Shiling's supernatural Divine Ability were.
Almost as soon as the poisonous gas spread, the walls of the arena were stained with an ominous purple aura, and even some small cracks appeared in the walls.
This is enough to demonstrate its power.
Many people's faces even turned pale, and they nervously half-closed their eyes, unwilling to see what would happen next.
Below the arena, Shentu Feng stared intently at the stage, his heart pounding.
He couldn't utter a single word.
It wasn't just because of the attack he had just received, but also because of the danger Wan Renshan was facing. Although he hadn't confronted the enemy directly, he could sense it perfectly well just by observing it.
Such terrifying Divine Ability was completely countered by his Undefeated Sacred Physique, making it impossible for him to withstand it.
If he and Wan Renshan had switched places, he probably wouldn't be sitting here properly right now.
He gazed at the arena, or rather, he had been watching Wan Renshan's back, his heart filled with indescribable feelings.
He seemed to be watching the other person's back the whole time.
Now that he has become the number one of the Ten Saints, he still has a strange feeling.
For some reason, I felt that Wan Renshan was still ahead of me.
This feeling has now been amplified.
Shentu Feng couldn't explain what he really wanted.
He wanted Wan Renshan to win because the pride and honor of the Primordial Holy Heaven Primordial Holy Heaven were things he cared deeply about.
This is a matter of his reputation.
This is something he has been striving for.
However, he didn't necessarily want Wan Renshan to win.
If Wan Renshan wins and he loses, wouldn't that mean that even if he becomes the number one among the Ten Saints, he is still inferior to his opponent?
A variety of thoughts swirled in his mind.
Now, however, it has turned to ashes in an instant.
Shentu Feng exhaled a breath of stale air, unable to tell whether he felt fortunate or disappointed.
But regardless of the circumstances, the outcome is already decided.
Wan Renshan is destined to lose.
Faced with such a terrifying and powerful enemy, he had absolutely no chance of winning.
That's... okay... maybe.
However, it was at this very moment that Wan Renshan on the arena suddenly moved.
His aura wasn't forceful.
Thearch Realm Second Layer, without any concealment or unexpected breakthrough. He was a genuine Thearch Realm Second Layer cultivator, without any pretense of feigning weakness.
However, as his aura spread, many people, including the Holy Master, slowly widened their eyes, their expressions filled with uncontrollable shock.
"This... this is the Lotus Severance Saint Art!?"
"Hiss, it's actually the signature Saint Art of the Great Saint Lotus Severance!"
The moment the words "Great Saint Sage" were uttered, the atmosphere on the field instantly changed.