Hearing Chen Xiang speak, the crowd quieted down, only to hear Yao Tianhua’s ridicule, “So what? You still lost!”
Chen Xiang faintly smiled as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead, saying “I have refined three Baptizing Marrow Dan, please verify it!”
Three Baptizing Marrow Dan! This made the audience transfixed like wooden chickens. This was unbelievable, and everybody suspected they had problems with their hearing. Chen Xiang actually refined a Middle-Grade Mortal Level Baptizing Marrow Dan!? That was far more expensive than the Spirit Yuan Dan!
“It’s not possible! He’s only sixteen years old… it’s impossible for him to refine a Baptizing Marrow Dan!” The Spirit Dan Hall‘s Lord, while strangely crying, rushed onto the high stage. Some other elders also flew onto the stage as well as Chen Tianhu who arrived by Chen Xiang’s side.
“Chen Xiang, now is not the time or place for a joke.” Yao Tianhua could not believe that Chen Xiang had actually successfully refined a Baptizing Marrow Dan, and he wasn’t alone. The majority of people present also could not believe it.
Chen Xiang smiled and indifferently said again, “Please verify it!”