It was truly silent — almost no one spoke, and for a moment, nobody could recover their composure.
Jiang Chen's continuous barrage of moves had plunged everyone's minds into a brief short circuit.
What kind of person was this?
Setting aside the methods used to defeat Wang Han, he actually possessed Dragon Clan bloodline. Beyond that, he even had the Divine Ability to scatter beans and conjure soldiers.
They had seen the bean-scattering technique before — six Spirit-grade Golden-Armored Warriors. That alone was already outrageous enough.
And yet, he managed to summon three Earth-grade Golden-Armored Warriors on top of that.
Three Earth-grade Golden-Armored Warriors weren't enough?
Not enough? Still more!
In the blink of an eye, he produced a Heaven-grade Golden-Armored Warrior as well.
Everyone's nerves had been stimulated again and again, pushed to the verge of numbness. Suddenly, the entire crowd truly fell into a state of petrification.
They could no longer find words to describe this Mu Gaoqi. Since when had the Myriad Desolation Region produced such a monstrous talent?
What on earth was this Mu Gaoqi's background?
Over on the Great Sacred Hall side, every powerhouse wore a bitter expression. The importance they had placed on Xiang Qin could not have been higher — they had even lent him the personal totems of other prodigies.
But the opponent's ever-escalating, jaw-dropping display still left them with a helpless sense of "why must Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang exist in the same age?"
Xiang Qin's face was equally bitter. He was an honest man, bold and straightforward, and he had been brimming with confidence in the power of his totems.
But confidence was his own affair — he disdained lying.
When he saw Jiang Chen summon a Heaven-grade Golden-Armored Warrior, Xiang Qin's heart sank straight to the bottom. Yet in the very next moment, he felt an extraordinary sense of relief.
Suddenly, all the weight on his shoulders fell away at once.
He had come carrying the pressure of winning the championship, but in this moment, he suddenly felt that none of it mattered anymore.
Indeed, against such a monstrous opponent, what was the point of talking about winning the title?
Losing to such an opponent — there was nothing he, Xiang Qin, could not accept about that.
With a bitter shake of his head, he sighed: "I concede."
When these words came out, no one was surprised. The several patriarchs of the Great Sacred Hall all shook their heads with bitter smiles. Having lost this way, they did not feel the slightest bit humiliated.
Because what they had witnessed today was simply too staggering, too mind-blowing.
Xiang Qin cupped his fists toward Mu Gaoqi: "Brother Gaoqi, I, Xiang Qin, have never truly admired anyone in my life. As for your Dan Qian Palace, I'm genuinely impressed. First there was a Jiang Chen, and now there's you, Mu Gaoqi. It is only today that I, Xiang Qin, realize that the Myriad Desolation Region is not without its geniuses!"
Jiang Chen chuckled, feeling a certain fondness for this Xiang Qin's bearing. After all, the man drew a clear line between gratitude and grudges — he could pick things up and put them down with equal ease.
This kind of temperament was an essential quality for any rising genius.
Lose a single match and fly into a rage, or crumble into despair — that was the hallmark of a false genius.
Beneath the arena, a thunderous round of applause suddenly erupted. Without any prior arrangement, every genius from every sect and faction who had come to witness the battle began clapping.
They were captivated by this fight, and they felt genuine awe toward it.
With the exception of the Sacred Sword Palace's people, practically the entire audience was applauding. The ovation thundered on without cease.
Although they had not witnessed Xiang Qin's totem power, nor seen the battle at its absolute peak, this fight that never happened had left the most profound impression in everyone's minds.
Xiang Wentian of the Great Sacred Hall sighed: "With such geniuses in the Myriad Desolation Region, how can we worry about great undertakings failing? With such geniuses, why should we live at others' beck and call? Why, when our sects have been destroyed by others, must we still live in fear of them?"
"Palace Master Dan Chi, this Mu Gaoqi possesses Dragon Clan bloodline. I wonder whether your Dan Qian Palace would be willing to let him go?" Xiang Wentian probed tentatively.
"Name whatever conditions you wish."
Palace Master Dan Chi smiled: "Brother Xiang, this is one wall you won't be able to dig through."
Xiang Wentian scratched his head: "Dan Chi, right now I truly have no selfish motives. I genuinely feel that keeping Mu Gaoqi at Dan Qian Palace is somewhat of a waste. It's the Great Sacred Hall's path that would suit him best!"
Dan Chi glanced over at Jiang Chen. Seeing Jiang Chen give him a slight nod, he understood what Jiang Chen meant.
"Brother Xiang, you already tried to poach talent once during the Huanbo Mountain Alchemy Contest, and were already refused, weren't you?" Dan Chi said with a wry smile.