Zisu and the others didn't believe Lin Xuan's words. In their view, it was impossible for him to defeat a late-stage Three-Star Grandmaster.
On the other side, the members of the Demon Sect sneered relentlessly.
"What's this kid talking about? Defeating the Blood Blade? What a joke."
"Who does he think he is?"
"Even if all these Saint Academy disciples attacked together, they wouldn't be a match for the Blood Blade."
"These Saint Academy disciples might have some talent, but they're foolish and lack brains."
"Just you watch. He'll suffer a great loss for daring to underestimate the Blood Blade."
"Blood Blade, please make your move! Kill him in a single strike!"
The Martial Artists of the Demon Sect jeered.
Lin Xuan, however, said, "Is a late-stage Three-Star really that impressive? It's not like I haven't killed one before."
His words shocked the entire audience.
The people from the Demon Sect were dumbfounded.
"You've killed a late-stage Three-Star?"
