Instantly.
The Poison Dragon's eyes narrowed, and with a sweep of his large sleeve, a gale surged towards Ye Wutian.
Due to the proximity, Ye Wutian had no time to react, and the hood on his head was lifted by the Poison Dragon.
In a flash.
A gasp resounded throughout the arena.
Silence lingered for a moment, then suddenly it erupted into a clamor.
"He's actually just a young man in his twenties, my God, this guy is simply a miracle."
"A twenty-something Alchemy Master, am I dreaming? Or are my eyes deceiving me?"
"Impossible. He must have cultivated some rejuvenation sorcery; there can't be a twenty-something Alchemy Master. That's absolutely impossible."
"Too shocking, really too shocking, no wonder he covered his face with a hood."
At this moment, only shock remained in the venue, an alchemist in his twenties was something beyond everyone's wildest dreams. Yet, this event was unfolding right before their eyes, this all seemed even more surreal than a dream.