The surroundings of the Nirvana Stage fell into silence. When Yan Tianchen lowered the leaf in his hand, many people’s hearts trembled when he turned to coldly look at Di Qiu. In this fight, he showed everyone the might of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion’s chief disciple.

“Great!” Lin Yun clapped with a smile on his face. It was rare for him to be emotional; he was genuinely emotional now. He wouldn’t clap for anyone else, but Yan Tianchen was worthy.

“It looks like Senior Brother didn’t suffer so much for nothing.” Yue Weiwei smiled.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence, but Lin Yun’s clap woke everyone from shock. When everyone came to their senses, their gazes became complicated when they looked at Yan Tianchen.

Di Qiu’s popularity might not be higher than Li Yuxi, but it was undeniable that he was a genius, and his performance on the stage proved it all. After all, Di Qiu had practically suppressed everyone with the Seven Mourn Demonic Score. But he was unlucky because he ran into Yan Tianchen....