"The Edict Potion!"
The utterance of the name elicited feverish emotions in the hearts of the younger generation blessed to be present, capable of viewing this incredible clash of galactic titans as they fought with wit, tricks, and skill.
For the briefest moment, Wei Wuyin's brows furrowed into a frown before relaxing. This was caught by all those observing him, and they immediately understood his feelings. If Wei Wuyin was using the self-mutilating trick to acquire a free round, then the Zeniths were similarly ruthless.
After all, Wei Wuyin wasn't a Heavenly Saint Alchemist! And with the All-Alchemic Clash preventing the assistance of helpers, concocting products beyond one's skill alone was an insidious difficult task. While no one was saying that Wei Wuyin couldn't concoct a Mystic-Heaven grade product, especially given the reveal of his Soul Pill earlier, they could confidently say that Wei Wuyin was unable to do so alone.
