In their eyes, Yang Yan crushed the Thunder Dragon, a human-shaped lightning bolt.
Step by step, he moved forward.
His figure drew increasingly closer to the summit of the Heavenly Saint Mountain.
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred layers!
There were still ninety-nine layers to the Heavenly Saint Mountain!
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred fifty layers!
There were still forty-nine layers to the summit!
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight layers!
There remained just one layer to the top!
Just one step away from reaching the summit!
Young Master Jueqing, disguised as a farmer cultivator, lowered his head.
"We wasted five years!"
In front of a peerless genius, they had to bow their noble heads and admit their defeat.
They could only look up in awe at the other.
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine layers!
Yang Yan steadily reached the summit, standing at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Saint Mountain.
