A deacon cried out in alarm, shock and anger flashing across his face.
"Elder, this…"
The deacons all turned to look toward the inner sect elder.
"It's of no concern. If he has the ability to clear all the arenas, then he shall be ranked first in this grand competition," the elder said calmly, not taking the matter too seriously.
By this time, Ye Chen had already cleared eight arenas.
When he leapt onto the ninth arena, he found a full twelve people standing in tight formation, waiting for him.
"Ye Chen, you're truly arrogant! You actually want to seize first place in the competition by clearing the arenas? Do you really think we're easy targets?"
Someone spoke with a face full of rage—Ye Chen's actions clearly showed that he did not take them seriously at all.
"Chickens and dogs of earthenware—so what if you all come at me together? What do I have to fear?!"
Ye Chen sneered in disdain. Facing twelve Third Heaven Realm cultivators, he showed not the slightest sign of retreat and instead took the initiative to attack.
"What nerve! You still dare to act so viciously?!"
With a startled shout, Ye Chen and the twelve clashed in a chaotic battle.
On the viewing platform.
"This child is no ordinary talent. Taihuang truly lives up to its name— even among the inner sect, there are such outstanding figures. If my eyes do not deceive me, this boy also bears a King Physique."
Among the observing powers, a great expert looked at Ye Chen with open admiration.
Clearly, Ye Chen's current performance had deeply impressed them.
Dan Tai Xuanyin took in everything Ye Chen did, yet there was little ripple in her heart.
"Senior Sister, could this young man be the one you once—"
A voice of inquiry came from behind her. Dan Tai Xuanyin did not turn her head; only after withdrawing her gaze from below did she lightly nod.
Below, Ye Chen had already defeated all twelve who had surrounded him.
At this moment, he truly possessed an air of invincibility, as if nothing could stand in his way.
As for the remaining disciples who had yet to take the stage, not a single one now dared to step onto an arena.
For a time, within the vast martial field, only Ye Chen stood alone in proud dominance!
Chu Ge watched the overwhelmingly dominant Ye Chen below with a smile on his face, the curve of his lips growing ever more pronounced.
Though invisible to the eye, Chu Ge could sense it—an aura of "momentum" was rapidly gathering around Ye Chen.
Under the amplification of this momentum, Ye Chen's cultivation was steadily rising amid one crushing victory after another.
Chu Ge naturally understood the reason behind this.
The favor of heaven that followed the Son of Destiny was beginning to exert its power.
Each defeated disciple was turning into nourishment for Ye Chen, causing not only his cultivation to rise, but even his unseen fate and fortune to steadily grow stronger.
And yet—this was precisely what Chu Ge wished to see.
The leeks were growing extraordinarily well. When the time came to harvest them, the gains would naturally be even greater.
Beside him, although Dan Tai Jinglian had no idea what Chu Ge was thinking, she could tell that he was in quite a good mood right now.
Just at this moment—
"Great Elder, over at the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, there is a disciple who wishes to spar with Ye Chen."
Elder Xu Xiuzhu stepped forward.
"Oh? Interesting. What is that person's cultivation?"
A faint, ambiguous smile hung on Dan Tai Jinglian's face.
"Fourth Heaven Realm. He should be the personal disciple of some great expert from the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land."
Upon hearing this, Dan Tai Jinglian did not respond immediately. Instead, she shifted her gaze toward Chu Ge.
"Junior Nephew, what do you think?"
To the side, Xu Xiuzhu showed a trace of astonishment on his face. He truly had not expected Dan Tai Jinglian to hold Chu Ge in such high regard—to the point of deliberately asking a junior for his opinion.