Once again, a wave of water crashed down. One person was slammed to the ground, landing face-first in the mud. Another, however, effortlessly advanced a rank. Gazing at Qin Hao, who stood rooted to the spot with a look of joy and disbelief, countless onlookers were green with envy. Just yesterday, this young Taoist priest was Eighth-Rank, but now he had stepped into the Tenth Rank. A twenty-three-year-old Tenth-Rank Fist Master!
"No, no..." For Fan Zhenkun, this was an unprecedented humiliation. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Qin Hao, jealousy exploding within him as his heart threatened to shatter. He was overcome with grief and a suffocating sense of injustice. Why? Just why?!
Chen Yang clapped. It was only because Qin Hao's foundation was so profound that he was able to help him jump two ranks without causing any fundamental harm. Such a feat could likely not be replicated on anyone else.
"Well, kid? What do you have to say for yourself now?" Yang Hu sneered.
