Zhang Yan remained silent, for Zheng Ying's earlier display was dazzling and masterful. He could not simply subdue the Nine-headed Dragon Whale in a mundane fashion like the others—it would be far too trivial. After pondering for a moment, he devised a plan.
Amusement flickered across Zheng Ying's face. Although he appeared to handle the Dragon Whale with ease earlier, it was the result of countless grueling practice sessions in private. It was not something that could be replicated by just anyone stepping forward. Furthermore, his ability to subdue all nine Dragon Whales at once was already comparable to cultivators whose elixir formation reached the Second Grade.
To his mind, years of arduous cultivation had earned him this moment of fame—why should Zhang Yan compete with him? How could Zhang Yan possibly compete?
