Cao Zhengyang was puzzled, bewildered, hesitant, and confused. He wanted to speak but stopped, and then suddenly realized that he had nothing to say.
What should I say?
As the Peak Master of Ximu Peak, should he, like everyone else, marvel at the emergence of such a genius from his peak?
But...
That shouldn't be the case.
How could that be?
This is so strange...
and...
He turned to look at his daughter, and sure enough, he saw a look of shock and confusion on Cao Chun's face. As his mindset immediately calmed down, Cao Zhengyang felt even more incredulous.
So, even Cao Chun didn't know about this new disciple's talent?
Did Ximu Peak hit the jackpot?
The others also looked on in shock.
It's not that...
The Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect has declined; has it failed to recruit any promising talents this year to serve as pillars of the sect?
What is this?
If these aren't considered prodigies, then what are the rest of us?
This is someone who can fight to a standstill with the geniuses of the Purple Firmament Palace!
Moreover, can someone with such Swordsmanship and skill level truly be considered a newly initiated disciple?
The Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect has raised its entry standards so high this year?!
Needless to say, the disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect all stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
They were arguably even more shocked than the others.
Because they clearly knew that the person who came on stage was from Ximu Peak.
Ximu Peak.
Could such a talent emerge from a place teeming with useless people?
"Wait a minute..." Someone slowly opened their eyes, recalling the scene from the talent test six months ago, and instantly realized, "If I remember correctly, this kid's talent rating was barely four in the talent test six months ago?"
It has now transformed to this extent.
That's absolutely incredible.
In particular, some disciples on Ximu Peak, although they didn't say much on the surface, were not without resentment about being assigned to Ximu Peak.
Basically, everyone felt they had come to the wrong place.
If it weren't for the manpower shortage in Ximu Peak, they would never have been so hastily assigned here.
But seeing this scene now, I feel even more astonished.
How could that be!
Didn't they enter Ximu Peak at the same time?
How did this kid become so strong?
Only Lang Ping and a few other disciples Registered Disciple under Lin Xuan's name had calm expressions, and even seemed to have the mind to offer their comments.
"Too flashy! This kid has completely forgotten what his master taught him; he still has the mind to show off."
"They really need to be taught a lesson. If this happened on the battlefield, they would definitely have been ambushed. I could see at least six mistakes."
"Such reckless squandering of Spiritual Power is all thanks to his constitution... tsk."
"This kid mustn't lose, or he'll tarnish our master's reputation."
Each comment carried a hint of sourness. They exchanged glances, both seeing a sigh in each other's eyes.
Why did they let that kid go up and show off?
hateful!
However, although the people from the Purple Firmament Palace looked a bit grim, they weren't particularly nervous.
That slender young man on the field, no matter what, is still one of our team's prodigies.
Even though the boy with the wine gourd was strong
However, Xiao Ni had some trump cards up his sleeve. Although using them here would be a waste, they couldn't let Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect salvage their near-defeat.
As expected.
Seeing that even stalling for time wouldn't be of much use, and that the gourd-wielding youth was only getting stronger, the slender young man, Xiao Ni, panicked.
He gritted his teeth.
Damn it!
"You forced me to do this..."
Spiritual Power gathered into a spring, and a surging, overwhelming pressure, carrying the ferocity of an ancient behemoth, swept over like a tidal wave. Xiao Ni raised his long sword, and a third eye suddenly opened from between his eyebrows.
The eye gleamed with golden lines, the patterns spreading and dissipating outwards. In an instant, his aura surged, directly reaching the Thearch Realm Third Layer!
The boy with the wine gourd's expression changed, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he fearlessly faced the attack head-on.
The result is self-evident.
With a single move, the gourd-wielding youth was forced back dozens of steps, crashing out of the center of the formation.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a wry smile and shook his head.
"I lost."
My own improvement...
It's still not enough.
Sheathing his sword, the young man with the wine gourd returned to the disciples of Ximu Peak. He hung his head, looking unusually dejected, like a puppy with wet fur, and huddled up in front of Lang Ping and the others.
"Senior brother, I've disgraced our Ximu Peak. Go ahead and scold me."
"Fine."
The group of people who were just pointing and seemingly dissatisfied have now softened their tone and patted the boy on the shoulder.
You're already very capable.
"After all, the learning period is still short, and I've consumed a lot of pills before, so my cultivation level is still unstable. I just need to consolidate it further."
"That's right, that person's final Divine Ability was quite interesting. It seemed to be some kind of eye technique that could also enhance one's strength. You can't blame yourself for losing."
Cao Zhengyang's expression was not good. He glanced coldly towards the Purple Firmament Palace, only to receive a smile from one of the Elder Gong.
"Thank you for your kind offer."
The other elder from the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect sneered, "You're really willing to part with such a Secret Technique."
The Elder Gong continued to smile, completely unconcerned by the cold words from the other side. He even spoke pointedly, "After all, our Purple Firmament Palace is currently in a period of rapid growth. It's just a Secret Technique; disciples with good aptitude should naturally receive it."
"Rest assured, the traditions here are so excellent, we will not mistreat Chunyang."
His words clearly indicated that Chunyang would lose to the Purple Firmament Palace.
These words only made the atmosphere at the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect even more tense and somber.
On the stage, Xiao Ni also smiled slightly.
This Secret Method eye technique has limitations on its cultivation, and he was perfectly suited for it, so naturally he felt proud.
Although this was his trump card, being forced to use it made him break out in a cold sweat, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he pretended to be relaxed and raised his chin to sneer.
"These are your true prodigies?"
"That's all there is to it."
Who else?
Xiao Ni secretly comforted himself.
Although the young man with the wine gourd was strong, he was still no match for me.
Given the current state of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, there should only be one such prodigy.
There shouldn't be anyone stronger than this person, right?
The people of the Purple Firmament Palace thought the same thing.
Xiao Ni was one of the six most monstrous talents among the new disciples of their class.
Now that the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect has revealed all its trump cards, their Purple Firmament Palace is only two steps away from winning the inheritance. The outcome of this battle is already clear.
Just as they were thinking this, a clear voice rang out from the crowd of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect members.
I've come to meet you.