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Just then, the blond youth, Biyang, suddenly chuckled, and the divine lines between his brows lit up.

"Have you said enough?"

He raised his eyes, his voice resounding in the ears of the whispering crowd, "I, the Crown Prince, am not here today to be your idle gossip."

Everyone was shocked and felt a chill run down their spines!

How could Bi Yang actually intercept their spiritual communication? What kind of monster is this?

It should be noted that once a cultivator enters the Refining Spirit Realm, they can open their sea of ​​consciousness and give birth to divine sense.

With divine sense, one can project one's perception without relying on sight and hearing, to investigate fluctuations in spiritual energy, the depth of cultivation, and even to capture traces of spiritual power transmitted through sound.

However, divine sense probing is not without its traces. If the divine sense or cultivation level of the person being probed is far stronger than that of the prober, then the prober can detect it in reverse.

However, generally speaking, when cultivators of the same realm probe each other with their divine sense, they can at most vaguely sense that someone is watching them. It is impossible for them to be as clear as Bi Yang, who can even see their conversation clearly!

To achieve this, either his spiritual strength far surpasses theirs, or... his cultivation has already reached the Purple Mansion level!

Bi Yang's golden eyes swept across the entire arena, two clusters of golden flames burning in his pupils.

Just one glance.

Those disciples who were probing him, whose cultivation was only at the Refinement of Spirit level, felt a sharp pain in their heads, as if something was burning their souls.

"Don't use your divine sense to probe him!" the elder of the Divine Talisman Sect shouted sternly, and a talisman light was released, which turned into a rain of soul spirits.

"The Golden Crow clan possesses an extraordinary innate talent for the divine soul, naturally resistant to divine sense probing. His divine soul carries the Golden Crow Divine Fire; attempting to probe him with divine sense would be tantamount to inviting disaster!"

This statement came out.

Those young disciples who had secretly released their divine senses to probe his strength all let out a low groan and quickly withdrew their divine senses, their faces turning pale.

Some people covered their foreheads, still shaken.

"To be able to scorch the soul with just a glance—is this the most monstrous talent of the Golden Crow Clan in the last hundred thousand years?"

"I didn't even find out anything about him before I was burned and sent back..." The companion next to him gritted his teeth, his tone full of resentment.

Where Yaochi was located, Chi Qinghan's Yin cold energy trembled, isolating him from the scorching wave that was rushing towards him.

Her veil fluttered gently in the heat, revealing her fair chin.

She glanced down, then looked away. "The Golden Crow Emperor's Blood is indeed very pure."

From her seat, Jiang Xi gazed at the monstrous talent of the Golden Crow Clan, the Dao patterns in her eyes slowly flowing.

After a moment, she said slowly, "His Golden Crow Divine Flame is basically invincible within the Core Formation Realm."

On the other side, Si Chen, the starlight figure, was also watching, the light flowing around him becoming much brighter.

Li Yixing held his wine glass, squinting as he sized up the fiery young man, his expression somewhat serious.

As fellow cultivators of the Great Dao of Stars, he could sense just how domineering the extremely yang and intense power within that person was!

The Golden Crow is, in essence, the embodiment of the sun! Even if they were to clash at the same level, Si Chen wasn't entirely confident he could suppress this blazing sun…

The entire seating area was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The young disciples who were just discussing this matter were now too afraid to even breathe.

They finally understood why the Golden Crow Clan dared to travel hundreds of millions of miles from the Southern Ridge to the Eastern Wilderness.

To even jump out and challenge others at a grand gathering of human prodigies... this is not arrogance, but the confidence of strength.

Bi Yang took in the reactions of everyone in the hall, a haughty smile curving his lips.

He didn't even bother to speak, but simply followed behind Kim Il-sung and walked toward the center.

Jinri stopped in front of the altar, nodded slightly to the north-facing divine wind, and then bowed with his children towards the direction of the wind family and the Big Dipper altar.

"Jin Ri of the Jinwu Clan, accompanied by his son Bi Yang, has come to witness the birth of the Emperor."

An aged voice emanated from the Big Dipper platform, carrying a wisp of sacred law. Although it was not directed at anyone in particular, it was enough to make the cultivators present tremble with fear!

"……allow."

Bei Shenfeng placed the Golden Crow Clan's seat above all other forces, placing them on par with the various extreme powers.

……

After taking his seat, the Golden Crow King slowly loosened his tightly clenched hands from his sleeves, revealing a layer of sweat on his palms.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the seats of the Beidou and Feng families, and he sensed the faint aura of sainthood emanating from them, causing his heart to sink.

"A demigod... even such an old monster has appeared."

His intention in bringing his son along was simply to broaden Biyang's horizons and let him see the talents of various races.

Who would have thought that a ceremony among juniors would be presided over by a demigod himself! The significance of the Human Emperor's Body was far greater than he had anticipated...

Bi Yang, sitting beside him, picked up the immortal wine on the table, swirled it, and then shook his head.

"Is this the human prodigy of the Eastern Wilderness?" Bi Yang downed the immortal wine in his cup in one gulp, his tone filled with undisguised disappointment.

"Their strength is so weak, I couldn't even hold on after just one glance. Father, you brought me all this way just to see this kind of trash?"

His voice wasn't loud, but who among them didn't have some kind of cultivation?

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of many young people in the various seats turned cold.

On one of the Yin-Yang Sect's seats, a core disciple clenched his fist and muttered angrily, "You son of a bitch! This bastard's mouth is filthy."

"Don't be impulsive." The Yin-Yang Sect successor beside him pressed his wrist and shook his head solemnly.

"The Golden Crow Clan is not someone we can mess with. Today is Beidou's territory, and someone will naturally take care of them."

The disciple suppressed the anger surging in his chest, but he was still displeased as he stared in the direction of Biyang.

At the seat of Bai Duan Shan, a burly man with massive pectoral muscles slammed his wine glass down on the table and stood up to greet Bi Yang.

"I * you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the elder beside him sealed his mouth with his spiritual power.

"They are from the Golden Crow Clan."

The elder said helplessly, tapping his finger on the table. "Sit down and don't cause trouble for the sect."

The burly man was forced back into his seat, his face flushed red, but he could only hold it in.

……

The Jiang family's seat.

Jiang Cheng sipped his wine, glancing at his daughter. "Aren't you going to teach this arrogant brat a lesson?"

Jiang Xi didn't even look up. "This wasn't said to me. Besides... isn't this the truth?"

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled.

This girl... when she gets arrogant, she's not necessarily less so than that Golden Crow Prince.

The Jade Pool.

The Queen Mother of the West looked at the Holy Maiden of the West who was meditating beside her, "Qinghan?"

Her voice was completely flat. "This is Beidou's territory. The host will get his revenge. It's not the guest's place to teach him a lesson."

The Queen Mother of the West nodded in satisfaction and said no more.

Chi Qinghan raised her fair hands, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and her beautiful eyes, piercing through the veil, landed on the sparring platform outside the hall.

She was very curious about what kind of person the Human Emperor Physique was, who could command both the Feng family and the Beidou clan to personally send a semi-saint to oversee the event.