Three strikes—felled a pseudo-Bone Refiner from a top-tier faction. He slid into Taibai’s ranks; they parted naturally, slotting him in.


    Silence gripped the scene—no one spoke, still reeling. Then, a sigh broke it—Yan Yanran, her eyes on Han, a mix of awe, recognition, appreciation. She got why Lu Qingmo mentored this kid.


    “Supreme prodigy, martial immortal seed—undisputed.”


    Her verdict carried weight—top praise for youth. No one argued; lips stayed shut, but hearts agreed.


    Fang Zhenyu stared, face flickering, then steadied. “True prodigy—my disciple couldn’t match him. Nothing to say.” He turned. “We’re out.”


    Tianlong’s crew quietly gathered Hai Zhen’s body, leaving his weapon and pouch, tossing gold for the street’s ruin—departing in somber silence. More talk? Just fuel for mockery.


    As they cleared out, the crowd snapped alive—voices erupting. “No way—Han won?” “Three strikes—normal swing, powered-up, then Taibai’s ace—dropped a peak Visceral!” “Mid-Visceral, three hits for peak—that’s Bone Refining strength, no question!” “Freak—outshines Bai Ruoyue!” “Months in, and he’s this nuts—unreal genius!” “Supreme prodigy, immortal seed—Black Cloud’s top dog, legit!” “Not just Black Cloud—world-class!”


    The fight’s shockwave blew minds—jaws dropped, eyes popped. Everyone who’d seen it buzzed, buzzing uncontrollably, gazes locking on Han amid Taibai’s crew—emotions swirling.


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    Faction leaders felt it deeper—broader horizons sharpened their awe. “Marrow-tier art, three strikes crossing realms to kill a pseudo-Bone Refiner with Yin God moves…” Shenhua’s elder replayed it, shaking his head. Supreme prodigy indeed.


    True Extremity, Little Sage Temple—all mirrored the thought: Han of Taibai earned that title. Black Cloud birthed a dragon!


    Zuo Tianzheng’s eyes dimmed briefly before he congratulated Taibai. “Hall Master Bai’s True Blood mastery—top-tier. Your disciple’s a prodigy too. Impressive. Han’s the clear victor here.”


    Bai Tian nodded. “Lord Zuo’s fair.”


    He faced the crowd, voice booming. “Folks, I’m fresh from seclusion—hall’s got a mess to sort after this. Gotta handle it—sorry I can’t host now! Swing by Taibai later; I’ll make it up.”


    No trace of his earlier Fang Zhenyu smackdown—pure friendliness now. No one dared underestimate him, though—a True Blood outranking most of their backers.


    “Hall Master’s too kind,” Shenhua’s elder said, bowing. “True Blood’s a big deal—congrats! Today’s off, but Shenhua’ll visit soon to celebrate.”


    “No bother now,” others echoed, bowing out with their disciples. The crowd thinned too—but word of this would blaze through Black Cloud fast.


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    “Aunt Yan, how’s Han that strong—supreme prodigy vibes?” A Suzhen girl gawked, still reeling.


    Yan Yanran sighed. “True dragons from the sticks are rare—but we’ve stumbled onto a legend. Han’s beyond supreme—in the top tier of sect and clan prodigies, his talent and strength reign supreme.”


    The girl’s jaw dropped. “Aunt Yan—you mean he’s on par with the Saintess?”


    Yan shook her head. “The Saintess is unmatched. But against other factions’ elite seeds? His roots hold up. Think about it—Taibai can’t teach supreme arts or god-tier skills. Crossing one minor realm’s prodigy-tier; two’s supreme… a full realm? That’s supreme among supreme. Mid-Visceral with Bone Refining might—he’s there. Give him a god-tier art someday? Unthinkable heights.”


    Chats like this echoed among True Extremity and beyond. Supreme prodigy, immortal seed—none who saw it disagreed.