The sound of their insults echoed through the air. All of them were looking at Zeph with derision in their eyes. Suddenly, a shout could be heard amongst the din of the crowd. Instantly, they all went silent for they all knew there was only one thing that could elicit a response like this.

eyesight must be getting bad. Did the fifth light just light up? This can’t be

of the eye. There’s no way something as

it-he really lit up the fifth light by a far margin. They

had to pinch themselves to check if they were dreaming. How was it possible for a nobody to achieve something that even Morton and Gerald could not do? Even the informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion could not achieve such a result. Where did Jack White come from? How did he get so

hand. “Someone pinch me quick! I must be dreaming. Is he really that strong?”

before he recovered himself. He had a rousing suspicion that the obsidian had gone haywire if not, how was it possible for the fifth light to light up? He wished vehemently for his suspicion to be

while keeping a steady gaze on him. “Your result is certainly impressive. Even amongst the informal disciples, you will be in the top three hundred rankings.” His evaluation shocked Jack for there were a total of three thousand informal disciples in the

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