BAM! A young man was sent flying by Zhaang Ye, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Zhaang Ye paid no mind to his opponent's furious glare, walking straight up to him, retrieving the Qi Gathering Pill from his robes, and deftly tucking it away.
Watching Zhaang Ye's incredibly practiced motions, the faces of the onlookers twitched, and their gazes now held a hint of fear.
Three days. It had been three days.
Over the past three days, challengers had come after Zhaang Ye in wave after wave. But none of them had managed to claim the title of "Eleventh Strongest of the Outer Sect" from him, and all of their Qi Gathering Pills had ended up in his hands.
Zhaang Ye had defeated at least eighty people over these three days. In other words, he had harvested over eighty Qi Gathering Pills in that time.
