The mountain owner and the protector looked at each other, and they were both shocked when they saw it in their eyes.

This speed is too fast.

The female officer came to report it before he could pass the test, but in less than a stick of incense, Han Yang actually passed the test.

Both of them couldn't help but have an absurd thought at the same time: Could it be that this Seventeenth Holy Son is planning to complete the trial today and pass nine levels in a row?

Thinking of this, the two of them felt their heartbeats accelerate.

"It shouldn't be possible...the last level is to connect to the will of the upper world through the sacred text, accept the baptism of the will of the upper world, and perfect the soul. No matter how talented you are, it is impossible to pass the level in a short time!"

Although everyone hopes that the Seventeenth Holy Son can perform miracles, the mountain master is still relatively calm.

Geniuses such as Bai Qishao and Xiu Tianjian have been stuck at the last level for nearly a thousand years.

The two even promoted their spiritual bodies to the eighth level during this period, but they were still unable to resist the baptism of the will of the upper world.

The Seventeen Saint Sons are only at the first level of the Martial Saint and the second level of the Holy Body. No matter how magical the Holy Body is, it shouldn't be that easy to pass.

Although he said this, everyone's eyes were filled with a bit of expectation.

Except Lie Shanhao!

In the distance, Lie Shanhao's expression was gloomy and his eyes were vicious, wishing that Han Yang would die under the baptism of the will of the upper world.
Chapter completed!