Sun Yingyang's voice was loud, resounding throughout the open square.
Immediately, everyone's gaze converged, their expressions somewhat peculiar.
Many had already heard that this year, the Xuanyuan Sect's chief disciple had awakened a Wasted Martial Soul. Not being called trash was fortunate enough—how could he possibly be a peerless genius?
Clearly, this was a deliberate provocation!
It was meant to humiliate the Xuanyuan Sect!
Sun Yingyang walked closer, letting his gaze sweep over the group. Upon noticing the uneven skills among the Xuanyuan Sect's top ten Outer Disciples, his expression grew even more disdainful, and he sneered coldly:
"Not a single one of you is useful! So, who's the Xuanyuan Sect's chief Outer Disciple this year?"
Chen Lingyu and the others were visibly angry.
Luo Cheng furrowed his brow and stepped forward, responding, "It's me."
Sun Yingyang had been paying close attention to Luo Cheng. He looked down at him, squinting his eyes:
