The corners of Ye Chenfeng's mouth were stained with blood.
Swaying, he stood up from the ground. He couldn't even handle Xiao Jifan, let alone Wang Yongyi and the others.
Because his chest clothing was torn, the Spirit Gathering Jade, one black and one white, hanging around his neck immediately appeared in the air.
Zhao Shenghong and Bai Xiaorou hadn't watched the previous Tian Xuan Grand Ceremony and the Four Masters Competition.
But the rest present had watched the entire event; Xiao Jifan, Wang Yongyi, Xue Penghai, and others. When they saw the black and white Spirit Gathering Jade around Ye Chenfeng's neck, they felt as if struck by lightning, their thoughts instantly a tumultuous storm, and even their heartbeats slowed by a beat.
Their eyes were filled with intense shock. They only knew Ye Chenfeng to be an Eighth Grade Alchemist and a Formation Grandmaster.
