At this moment, everyone outside the Taoist Field was holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.
The disciples of Taixu Gate were both excited and nervous.
Only now did they realize that their Junior Brother was actually someone who could truly stand toe-to-toe with the top Formation geniuses of the Four Great Sects.
And he was only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
At the same time, a thought bordering on absurdity started to surface in everyone's mind.
Could it be… that Junior Brother… might actually win again?
If he keeps on winning, wouldn't that mean…
Number one in the Formation Competition, the Formation Leader?
Since the Taixu Gate split off and established itself, no disciple has ever earned the honor of being first in Formations.
Every Taixu disciple's heartbeat skipped a beat, their breathing slowed.
Murong Caiyun was biting her lip so hard her fingers turned white as she clenched them.
