Immediately, Wei Yong was furious.
Wei Yan was his brother and also one of the elite disciples, ranked seventeenth! Although he wasn't the number one genius, he was definitely a prominent talent.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan dared to challenge his big brother—wasn't that seeking death?
Everyone mocked, thinking Ye Fan was overestimating himself, challenging one of the elite disciples while competing for a spot among them.
It's like a stubborn cow competing with an elephant for strength; victory seems impossible, at least in their view, a miracle wouldn't occur.
Feng Shaohao showed no signs of worry, for he clearly knew Ye Fan's strength—he was a First Grade Ancestor Realm, definitely among the elite disciple's top tier.
Challenging Wei Yan posed absolutely no problem.
In everyone's eyes, Ye Fan was overconfident, challenging an invincible opponent, wasn't he courting death?
Yet, all this was Ye Fan's choice.
Everyone just rejoiced watching the spectacle from the sidelines.
