Supreme of the Heavenly Realm

"Let’s go, there’s nothing more to stay for at this gathering place," Ye Xuan smiled. Now, this place only held a faint spiritual light and a few Martial Spirits were still lingering, but Ye Xuan had no intention of taking action. The combined worth of these Martial Spirits was not even comparable to that of a single Spirit General. "I should also head to the Artifact Pavilion."

Although having been delayed for a while, Ye Xuan hadn’t given up his plan to go to the Artifact Pavilion. He waved to the group, then channeled his True Yuan into the record crystal stone. After spending five thousand trial points, his body rapidly began to dematerialize.

"Take care!"

In the sight of the crowd, Ye Xuan’s form completely vanished.

"He really is a terrifying fellow."

After Ye Xuan disappeared, Qin Wuyan shook his head and gave a wry smile. Compared to Ye Xuan, he felt like nothing more than a frog in a well. He used to be quite proud of himself, but it was only upon arriving at Martial God Mountain that he realized there were many stronger than him. Even though he had reached the Saint Realm, he still felt weak.

But Ye Xuan was different. Initially unknown in the Eight Great Spirit Domains, Ye Xuan had risen to fame with a single battle in the preliminary contest. Now in the Central Domain, he still maintained the aura of a peerless genius, even having killed experts on the Holy List.

Such battle achievements were truly shocking.

"Forget it, comparing ourselves to Ye Xuan is just setting ourselves up for disappointment, isn’t it? But this guy also motivates us. Gold will shine wherever it is, even if it comes from a small sect, nothing can hide its brilliance." The speaker was Duanmu Yu, his expression solemn, deeply moved.