Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression changed. What an arrogant kid. Don’t they know there’s always soone better out there?
Xu Nian’s face also fell; he hadn’t expected Old Mo to say such a thing. You Players aren’t afraid of dying, but I, the Sect Leader, am. What if I provoke so ancient beings? How high are my chances of survival? Damn it! Damn Players, you are all getting carried away!
Under the fiery stares of everyone, Old Mo placed his hand on the Talent Stele.
"Hahaha, that’s Old Mo for you; he’s putting on quite the show!"
"That line had the distinct swagger of *the* ultimate Senior Brother—truly befitting our Profound Yellow Sect’s own Senior Brother!"
"Aweso!"
"Don’t let us down, Old Mo!"
"..."
From Dung Beetle’s Communication Ring, shouts erupted from nurous Players, cheering Old Mo on.
The next mont, the Talent Stele began to shake violently. Three breaths later, a blinding Golden Light burst forth, almost blinding everyone!
"Holy shit, a Golden Legend!" Dung Beetle’s eyes widened as he exclaid, his expression exaggerated.
At that mont, nobody remained calm. Compared to the Purple-and-Gold Thousand-Year Talent, this Golden Legend undoubtedly stirred everyone’s hearts.
A Once in Ten Thousand Years talent! This kid’s talent was a Once in Ten Thousand Years occurrence. That ans such a person only appears once every ten thousand years!
Everyone stared at Old Mo under the Golden Light, their faces filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Even many from the older generation couldn’t resist the urge to kill Old Mo right then and there. This child must not be allowed to live! If you can’t have it, destroy it!
This has been an unchanging truth in the Cultivation Realm since ti immorial. People are selfish; they all hope such a Disciple would appear in their own Sect, but not in any other.
Old Mo withdrew his hand, and the Golden Light vanished at that mont.
The Young City Lord, eting Old Mo’s gaze, couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear. He subconsciously lowered his head, clenching his fists. Profound Yellow Sect! If it weren’t for you, I should have been the center of attention this ti! You all deserve to die!
"It’s my turn, it’s my turn!" Dung Beetle imdiately tried to rush forward, but after only a few steps, he suddenly tripped and face-planted hard. A vine was wrapped around his ankle.
"Let go first!" Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life chuckled, then ran up excitedly. How could he let Dung Beetle take the lead in such a show-off mont? It had to be him!
"Holy shit, you disregard martial virtue, ambushing when I’m injured!" Dung Beetle cursed in frustration.
Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life ignored him and ran to the Talent Stele, placing his hand on it.
Once again, the stele shook, and then Purple Light accompanied by Golden Light burst forth.
A Once-in-a-Thousand-Years Talent!
Though not as shocking as Old Mo’s, it was still beyond most people.
Seeing the Purple Light wrapped around the Golden Light, Dung Beetle got up from the ground and jeered, "Hahahaha, look at you, so eager! Now you’ve embarrassed yourself!"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression fell. Embarrassing? If a Once-in-a-Thousand-Years Talent is embarrassing, then what does that make everyone else here?
Xu Nian wasn’t surprised. After all, he knew Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life’s situation. Old Mo had innate talent and then acquired the Immovable Bright King Body, so it was understandable for the Talent Stele to emit Golden Light. Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life had neither innate talent nor a special Constitution; his talent was entirely due to cultivating the Five Elents Technique. If it were any other Player cultivating a single Five Elents Technique, it definitely wouldn’t trigger the Purple Light and Golden Light effect. At most, they’d be like the Young City Lord, with a Once-in-a-Hundred-Years Talent.
"Laugh at ? Just wait, you’ll be the one embarrassed later!" Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life retorted, not discouraged, as he knew his situation full well. Having such talent already satisfied him. Once he acquired a Constitution or Bloodline later, he could definitely produce golden effects like Old Mo!
"It’s my turn, it’s my turn!" Dung Beetle hurried to the Talent Stele. Then, he clasped his hands together, a devout look on his face as he said, "Boundless Heavenly Lord, may Buddha bless with a golden effect, An!" As he spoke, he even made sure to make the sign of the cross on his chest.
This scene dumbfounded the Players watching the spectacle through their Communication Rings.
"Holy shit, is this guy really ssing with mysticism?"
"This is the first ti I’ve seen this kind of play; Dung Beetle is still so over-the-top."
"It has to be said, this guy always manages to surprise."
"So who exactly is blessing him? The Taoists? The Buddhist Sect? Christianity?"
"..."
Then, Dung Beetle reached out, slowly placing his hand on the Talent Stele.
The blinding Golden Light erged again. Unsurprisingly, his talent was the sa as Old Mo’s: a Once in Ten Thousand Years talent!
With the Sharingan Bloodline and a unique Wind Attribute, he was indeed on the sa level as Old Mo.
"Wow, a Golden Legend!" Dung Beetle, looking at the Golden Light around him, proudly exclaid, "See? I’m a Golden Legend too!"
Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life opened his mouth, and after half a mont, he finally spat out a curse. This is really infuriating! Can this damn troll even have a Golden Legend talent? Damn Ga Designer, are you blind?
"Boss is aweso! I knew the Boss was the most powerful!"
"Who would’ve thought this guy is also a Golden Legend? No wonder he’s always been second on the Combat Power List."
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