Xixiang is dead, the leader has been decided.
The crowd erupted in commotion.
"Unexpected! Haha, brilliant!"
"This person is so cautious; if he's not confident, he won't act. But when he does, he turns the tide—haha, just like me!"
"It's been a long time since I've seen such a composed Taoist disciple. Surely, he will achieve great things in the future."
The face of the True Demon Temple Master darkened, his golden vertical pupils flickered with killing intent, as he muttered with dissatisfaction:
"Hmph, relying on a bit of courage and a couple of killing techniques, just wait and see? Leader… what nonsense."
During the Taoist disciple phase, many talents haven't fully developed, so the gap between genius and ordinary disciples isn't that large.
In battles of life and death, the winner is often the one with more experience and greater courage and composure.
Clearly, Song Lin embodied these traits.
Even Jiuyou thought so.
