The white light dissipated.
On the light screen, Han Xuanji's name shone steadily, gleaming brilliantly within a dazzling golden halo.
Xiao Yan's name slowly dimmed.
The island returned to tranquility, and the seawater rushed back in, as if to submerge the traces of the battle that had just occurred.
Standing where he was, Han Xuanji slowly withdrew his palm stance and took a deep breath.
In this battle, he had not held back, and Xiao Yan had also given it his all.
To be honest, if Xiao Yan had held on for just a little longer, he might have lost as well.
And this result did justice to the agreement between them.
He raised his hand and looked at his palm; there was a faint burn mark on his fingertip, left behind by the final collision with Xiao Yan's fist just now.
He lightly clenched his fist, and the burn mark completely vanished.
This was also the benefit of cultivating the Dao of Creation and the Way of Life and Death; as long as he wasn't instantly killed outright, once he was given a moment to breathe, he could recover very quickly.
At this moment.
Outside, on the spectator stands, there was a dead silence.
That silence lasted for a full three breaths.
The stands, holding tens of thousands of people, were so quiet at this moment that a dropped needle could be heard, as if even the wind had stopped.
Everyone's gaze was pinned dead onto the massive light screen, watching Han Xuanji's name gleam brilliantly in the golden light, and watching Xiao Yan's name slowly dim.
Then, the silence was ripped apart by a roar.
"He won! Han Xuanji won!"
The first to cry out was a young disciple of the Hun Family.
He suddenly sprang up from his seat, waving his fist, the expression on his face shifting from tense to ecstatic so quickly it was dizzying.
His voice was sharp and trembling, like emotions suppressed for too long finally finding an outlet.
Immediately after, a second voice, a third, a fourth...
"Han Xuanji! Han Xuanji! Han Xuanji!"
Roars like mountain torrents and tsunamis erupted from every corner of the stands, converging into a deafening wave of sound that swept across the entire plaza.
The Cultivators of Qianhun City frantically waved the spiritual flags in their hands, the disciples of the Hun Family hugged and jumped together, and those local Cultivators who had previously been suffocated by the pressure of the external Cultivators finally found an outlet to vent.
"Who says Qianhun City is no good! Who says our border city can't produce talent!"
"An Earth-grade Seed has taken the championship!"
"Hahaha! Those who came from Jiuxuan City and Cangyue City, didn't they look down on us before? What about now? The champion belongs to our Qianhun City!"
"Young Master Han is mighty! The Hun Family is mighty!"
Wang Ping had already jumped up from his seat, so excited he was incoherent, grabbing Hun Jiuge's collar and shaking him back and forth:
"He won! Brother Han won! I knew it! I knew he could win!"
Hun Jiuge was dizzy from being shaken, but he didn't push him away either, only grinning and laughing continuously, the corners of his eyes slightly red.
Hun Qianling sat in her seat, not shouting or screaming like the others. Her hands tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, her gaze locked dead onto the glowing name on the light screen, as if trying to engrave it into her eyes.
(T/N: Don't forget to engrave it into your heart as well little Qianling)
Li Tiantong let out a deep breath, also losing his usual composure as he celebrated wildly with Wang Ping and the others.
On the other side of the stands, the Cultivators from other Great Prefectures were much quieter now.
"He even defeated the Saint King Bloodline. According to my Elders, that is the Divine Son of the Great Sheng Holy Dynasty."
"I finally understand now why Song Tiancheng lost so cleanly. It wasn't that Song Tiancheng was weak, but that Han Xuanji is truly too strong."
"The quality of this Law Conference is probably the highest in nearly ten thousand years, and Han Xuanji is the strongest among all generations."
"His Foundation is too terrifying. The combination of spiritual energy and Physical Body is peerlessly overbearing. Looking across the same Realm, even among the peerless figures of supreme forces, very few can achieve this."
"Among the peerless prodigies of this generation from the supreme forces, there will definitely be a place for him."
No matter how arrogant these prodigies from great forces were, they lowered their heads after witnessing Han Xuanji.
With the ironclad facts laid out before them, even the most stubborn could not refute it.
On the high platform.
Elder Meng slowly stood up. His movements were very slow, but the moment he stood up, the entire high platform fell silent for an instant.
This Sage Elder of the Great Dao Association had sat as steady as a bell from the very beginning, never once standing up for any battle.
But at this moment, he stood up, his gaze falling upon the green-robed figure on the light screen, not shifting away for a long time.
"This youth has a profound Foundation and additionally cultivates both the Physical Body and the mind. With a bit of nurturing, in due time, he will surely cross the Great Saint Tribulation and ascend to the Eternal Saint Realm."
His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly:
"Many prodigies emerge from the Law Conference, and even among the top ten, for one in ten to step into the Saint Realm in the future is already rare.
However, the quality of this generation is high; perhaps there could be fifty percent.
And Han Xuanji will definitely be among them."
These words carried immense weight. For the words "definitely be among them" to come from Elder Meng's mouth meant that Han Xuanji's evaluation in his heart had already far surpassed the other Heaven-grade Seeds.
The representatives of the great forces below the stage looked over one after another, their gazes toward Elder Meng filled with agreement.
Clearly, they thought so too.
This Law Conference was probably the one with the highest quality in nearly one hundred thousand years. Even looking further back, it would still rank among the very best.
Song Ling stood to the side, his face betraying no emotion.
In his heart, he held some prejudice against Han Xuanji, feeling that the other's existence had greatly diminished the impact of Song Tiancheng's debut. However, Han Xuanji's performance was indeed too brilliant, to the point where even a Sage expert like Elder Meng had spoken in praise. If he didn't say anything, it would make him seem somewhat petty.
After a moment of silence, he also nodded slightly and spoke calmly, his voice neither high nor low:
"This boy is indeed unexpected. No wonder that kid Song Tiancheng lost with complete submission."
Although it was only a faint word of praise, given his previous attitude, this was already considered a massive concession.
Ling Zheng also nodded:
"After this battle, the name Han Xuanji will spread throughout the Sacred Radiance Domain."
Hun Qianxue sat in his seat, holding his teacup, his hand trembling slightly.
Just a moment ago, he had almost stood up to shout, but he held back.
He was, after all, the lord of a city; he could not lose his composure.
The smile at the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.
He brought the teacup to his lips, only to realize the tea had already gone completely cold. He didn't mind, simply drinking the cup of cold tea in one gulp.
As for Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan, he didn't even care anymore. The other party did not make a fool of himself by standing up to criticize Han Xuanji either. Instead, with a smile on his face, he discussed Han Xuanji's prowess with those around him. No one knew what he was thinking inside, but on the surface, there was nothing unusual.
Wang Chong also stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Han Xuanji with a deep gaze.
He had seen with his own eyes that even though Xiao Yan used the Saint King Bloodline Power, he still lost.
"I'll have to give this kid a good talking-to when the time comes. But what on earth is this Han Xuanji's background to be so fierce..."
He wasn't disappointed, however. After all, his goal had been achieved; Xiao Yan no longer resisted this power.
In his view, if Xiao Yan could utilize this power more proficiently, perhaps the outcome would not have been like this.
Indeed, Han Xuanji was certainly very strong now.
But Xiao Yan's future was clearly much brighter. With the Saint King Bloodline as his Foundation, stepping into the Holy Lord Realm would not be difficult.
Perhaps one day, by combining his bloodline with the Way of Laws to step into the Saint King Realm, Xiao Yan would recreate the glory of the Great Sheng Sacred Ancestor for ten thousand generations!