The personal disciple didn't seem to want to say much, because the battle between Xiao Chen and Zhao Hefeng was getting fiercer and fiercer. It had already reached a white-hot stage.
In fact, Xiao Chen was also quite famous in the other three sacred sects. After all, Xiao Chen was the Prospective Holy Son of the Ancient Sacred Sect, and every time a new Prospective Holy Son was born, the four sacred sects would naturally pay close attention to it.
However, in the Sun Sacred Sect, almost all the rumors about Xiao Chen weren't very good.
Some said that Xiao Chen was the weakest Prospective Holy Son in the history of the four sacred sects, and some said that Xiao Chen didn't live up to his title of Prospective Holy Son. Some even said that Xiao Chen could become the Prospective Holy Son because the Saints of the Ancient Sacred Sect went easy on him.
In short, the rumors in the Sun Sacred Sect all felt that Xiao Chen only had the title of Prospective Holy Son, but didn't have the strength of a Prospective Holy Son. It could be said that he was a paper tiger.
Because of such rumors, many disciples in the Sun Sacred Sect didn't regard Xiao Chen as a Prospective Holy Son. Of course, it wasn't only the Sun Sacred Sect, but also the other two sacred sects.
However, rumors were just rumors. At this time, seeing that Xiao Chen could actually fight Zhao Hefeng to a standstill, the personal disciple of the Sun Sacred Sect was naturally shocked.
Since he could already fight Zhao Hefeng to a standstill, could he still say that Xiao Chen didn't live up to his title?
The battle became more and more fierce, and soon the two had exchanged hundreds of blows. Up to this point, Xiao Chen still didn't fall into a disadvantage, and Zhao Hefeng didn't have the slightest advantage.
Involuntarily taking a deep breath, the personal disciple of the Sun Sacred Sect suddenly whispered to himself, "It seems that rumors really kill people. Just like Zhao Hefeng said, no one who can become a Prospective Holy Son is simple and can't be judged by common sense."
He was completely shocked by Xiao Chen, and those rumors collapsed on their own. At the same time, this pro-disciple of the Sun Saint Sect couldn't help but think of a sentence that Zhao Hefeng once said.
When Xiao Chen had just become the fifth candidate of the Ancient Sacred Sect, the news had already spread. Many disciples of the Sun Sacred Sect had begun to spread rumors that Xiao Chen wasn't worthy of being the candidate. However, at that time, Zhao Hefeng had only said one sentence in the face of these rumors.
"Don't think that all the Saints of the Ancient Saint Sect are fools. It's impossible for there to be anything fishy about the Candidate Holy Son. Since Xiao Chen can become the Candidate Holy Son, he must have something extraordinary about him. At least for you direct disciples, he's an unattainable existence."
This was Zhao Hefeng's only evaluation of Xiao Chen. When he had first heard this, this personal disciple had not taken it seriously. But now, it seemed that Zhao Hefeng's words were completely correct.
Sure enough, no one who could become the Candidate Holy Son was simple. For a direct disciple like him, Xiao Chen was indeed an unattainable existence.
Not only was this personal disciple shocked, but on the other side, Luo Dawei, Ding Tao, Jiang Hua, and Qin Shuirou were also shocked.
Among them, Ding Tao was originally a disciple of the First Sacred Palace's Punishment Hall. Seeing Xiao Chen's strength, his heart was filled with excitement. On the other hand, Luo Dawei and Jiang Hua's expressions had become incomparably complicated.
Originally, the two of them thought that Xiao Chen was just a facade, and that Senior Brother Du Yi could crush him at any time. But now, the two of them had witnessed this battle with their own eyes. With the strength that Xiao Chen had displayed, if they really fought, the loser would most likely be Senior Brother Du Yi. At least, Du Yi couldn't be on par with Zhao Hefeng.
Looking at each other, they could see shock, uneasiness, and disbelief in each other's eyes. Jiang Hua whispered in disbelief.
"Impossible, how can Xiao Chen be so strong?"
Who would have thought that he was hiding his strength? He wasn't an ant at all, but a ferocious beast that could devour people at any time. It was ridiculous that Du Yi had said more than once that once there was a chance, he would directly suppress Xiao Chen and let him know that without strength, even if he became the Candidate Holy Son, it was just an undeserved reputation.
Ridiculous, simply ridiculous. When the time came, it would be hard to tell who would suppress who.
Jiang Hua was incomparably shocked, and Luo Dawei was also busy muttering to himself blankly. "It seems that all of us have underestimated Xiao Chen."
At the same time, Luo Dawei and Jiang Hua both thought of a saying that had been circulating for a long time.
"You should never measure the strength of the Holy Son and the Candidate Holy Son with your own eyes, because you don't understand what kind of world it is."
Xiao Chen himself did not expect that the battle with Zhao Hefeng would cause such a great shock to the surrounding disciples, especially Luo Dawei and Jiang Hua. This battle had almost completely destroyed the faith in their hearts.
They originally thought that victory was in their hands, but now it was suddenly knocked down from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. Du Yi was not Xiao Chen's opponent at all, both of them thought at the same time.
In the midst of everyone's shock, in the fierce battle, Zhao Hefeng was forced back by Xiao Chen's sword. Then, in front of everyone, Xiao Chen's sword was directly pressed against Zhao Hefeng's throat, and it would have pierced through Zhao Hefeng's throat if it had been a little bit closer.
"Brother Zhao, thank you for letting me win." Without harming Zhao Hefeng's life, the outcome had been decided. Xiao Chen withdrew his sword and smiled. At the same time, the originally terrifying aura also quickly withered, and soon returned to the initial Dao Gate Realm.
It was like a completely different person. But at this moment, no one present dared to underestimate Xiao Chen, including Zhao Hefeng.
Although Zhao Hefeng was also very curious about how Xiao Chen could forcibly raise his cultivation by an entire realm.
But no matter what, Xiao Chen's strength was very strong, and this was a fact. He was not a paper tiger like the rumors said.
It was no exaggeration to say that Xiao Chen definitely had the strength of a Prospective Saint. His position as the Prospective Saint was not exaggerated at all. Zhao Hefeng could even say that with Xiao Chen's strength, he might even have the strength to compete with the Third Prospective Saint, let alone the Fifth Prospective Saint. It should be known that Zhao Hefeng knew the Third Prospective Saint of the Ancient Sacred Sect, and the two had fought before. But in Zhao Hefeng's opinion, Xiao Chen's strength was stronger than that person.
Looking at Xiao Chen, Zhao Hefeng also revealed a smile and said, "Brother Xiao, you really surprised me. Indeed, rumors kill people. If the outside world knew Brother Xiao's true strength, I'm afraid they wouldn't say that."
Hearing Zhao Hefeng's words, Xiao Chen also smiled and said, "Then Brother Zhao, can we talk about the cooperation now?"
With that said, Xiao Chen and Zhao Hefeng looked at the sky at the same time, only to see that the battle between Emperor Qing and the Flame Bear had also ended. The final result was as expected, Emperor Qing had the upper hand.
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