"He won."
Countless shocked gazes stared unblinkingly at Ning Jiang, at the white-haired man in white robes.
Even a force as strong as the Twin Sword Sons, who had used the Seventh Kill of the Star Pointing Seven Kill Sword—their most powerful technique—to fight Ning Jiang, had still been defeated by his blade.
At this point, who would dare doubt Ning Jiang's strength?
"The Yanyue Sect is so lucky to have produced such a demon."
Some said sourly, envious of the Yanyue Sect. Who would have thought that a Sect, once in decline, would have a hidden dragon in its midst?
"Grand Elder, the heavens are truly watching over our Yanyue Sect," a few Elders said, their expressions full of excitement as they watched Ning Jiang.
Meng Nanfeng shook his head. "It isn't the heavens watching over us. It's Ning Jiang!"
"Yes, yes, you're right. It's Ning Jiang. It's the Ninth Elder." They nodded repeatedly, their faces full of gratification.
