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”Great Elder, don't be angry. Have you forgotten the saying? Dogs bite people; can they bite dogs? We'll let him scream and see how long he can. ”

Second Elder Yun Zhou was surprisingly calm, as his sharp eyes swept across Yao Yan, and retorted coldly.

”Good, this old man will let you deceive yourselves for a while. I hope that you will still have the face to stay here after the competition!” Yao Yan's pupils contracted as he swept his gaze over the Profound Cloud Ark, not saying a word.

But in his mind, the end of the competition, how to humiliate Xuan Hong and the others, how to make use of this opportunity to discredit the Sky Hall, and how to make this year's art refinement competition a laughing stock kept surfacing.

Just as the atmosphere was stifling to the point where he couldn't breathe, the Grandmaster Terminator who was known as the Holy Hand of Pills completed the pill refinement first. Although he didn't use his full strength, he still managed to concoct a Seven-Striped Holy Pill and advanced to the finals without any suspense.

Not long after Master Terminator finished concocting the pills, Grandmaster Pill Heart, Grandmaster Gabriella, and Master Shuiyue also concocted quasi-Saint pills. Because they were reserving their strength, the pills they concocted only had six to seven patterns.

And in less than five days, they had refined a high quality quasi-Saint Pill. It was clear that the four of them represented the highest level of alchemy in the central world.

The smile on Yao Yan's face grew even wider as he watched Master Terminator and the other three forge pills. Xuan Hong and the others, on the other hand, were in complete despair.

From their point of view, Ye Chenfeng was already powerless. He had completely lost the chance to make a comeback in the finals.

As time neared the end, Jiao Yu Yan was second from last. She concocted a Nine-Striped Ancient Dao Pill.

Although the quality of the Ancient Dao Pills she concocted could not compare to that of the Ancient Dew Immortal Pills, they surpassed four Tier 9 Heavenly Masters and the Thousand Birds Heavenly Master who had failed the pill concoction.

Although this meant that Jiao Yu Yan had lost the qualifications to enter the finals, this result still caused her to have a dream-like feeling and she was extremely excited.

Putting the Nine-Striped Ancient Dao Pill into her hands, Yu Yan looked towards Ye Chenfeng, who was completely focused on concocting pills, through an independent space.

At this moment, other than Ye Chenfeng, all the other alchemists had finished their matches, and there was not much time left.

In the eyes of Yao Yan, Ye Chenfeng was just struggling in death. He had lost, lost completely, lost without any suspense.

Finally, just as the fire and sand within the funnel was about to run out, the Vermillion Bird opened its wings and flew into the air while holding the Ancient Dew Pill.

When Yao Yan passed through the light wall and saw that the Heavenly Immortal Ancient Dew Pill Ye Chenfeng had refined only had three pill patterns, he mercilessly laughed loudly. His laughter was filled with ridicule.

As for Xuan Hong and the rest, they revealed bitter smiles. The last shred of hope in their hearts had been shattered.