'Defeated?'
Ten Thousand Returning to One's heart trembled. A single word echoed in his mind: 'Defeated!'
"No! I am the Pill Venerable, revered throughout the Profound Sun Domain! How could I possibly lose?"
"Dorne! You must be trying to avenge your son! You're faking this! There's no such thing as Ninth Grade! You're deceiving everyone!"
Then, Ten Thousand Returning to One suddenly roared, his expression twisting into a snarl.
"Whether it is or not isn't for me alone to say. The entire audience can bear witness."
Chairman Dorne said, using his Divine Thought to guide the Overlord Nirvana Pill refined by Ye Wushuang toward the crowd below. Its aura, which dominated the heavens and the earth, was absolutely terrifying.
Instantly, many Elder Alchemists stared as if they had seen the impossible, pointing with trembling fingers. It took them a long moment to collect themselves enough to speak.
"It's Ninth Grade!"
"Without a doubt, Ninth Grade!"
