The Main Peak Steward's voice faded, and a heated discussion immediately erupted below the Cyan Qilin Platform.
Hundreds, even thousands of spectating disciples broke into a clamor, their voices surging like a tidal wave.
"Yang Jing is ranked third? He actually surpassed Qin Wenbao!"
"But Qin Wenbao is a master who's fought in the Cyan Qilin Battle more than ten times! Yang Jing just forced an old veteran down the ranks!"
"It's his first time in the Cyan Qilin Battle, and he made it straight into the top four. His strength is just ridiculous!"
Below the Cyan Qilin Platform, in the area for the participating disciples from Lingxi Peak.
Lin Ziheng rubbed his hands together, turned to the cross-legged, meditating Yang Jing, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Junior Brother Yang, you're about to face Zhao Chong. Are you nervous?"
Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes. They were perfectly clear, without a ripple of emotion.
