At this moment, Wang Yan's entire body was bare, with his muscles clearly displayed.
Because of the Demon Venerable Strike just now, Wang Yan was covered in blood, yet in the eyes of the crowd, he exuded a different kind of masculine energy.
The fighting spirit raised to the skies, the vigorous muscles, the momentum having taken the Demon Venerable Strike, coupled with being enveloped in gold and green, Wang Yan now looked just like a War God.
Beiming Xue's eyes involuntarily became misty, her hands tightly clasped in front of her chest as she murmured, "Brother Wang Yan..."
Apart from Beiming Xue, among the 600,000 disciples, countless young women were now gazing at him with fervent admiration. Wang Yan's shadow had deeply imprinted itself in their hearts.
Even Elder Si Qin's eyes emitted a slight glow.
The surroundings of the arena fell into a sudden silence.
