In the crowd, Qin Yang watched the stretch Lincoln drive away, his expression dazed as he sank deep into thought.
'No system prompt?'
'This Yu Wenxuan isn't the Sword Demon?'
'If that's the case, then it seems the Grassland Sword Saint isn't the future Sword Demon. It must be his disciple, Huyan Sword!'
At this, Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh internally.
'This damned system might act up from time to time.'
'But I've always taken its future assessments seriously.'
'Huyan Sword's talent is just insane... To become a true Emperor Level Powerhouse in five hundred years, fighting his way out from among millions of living beings, he can't be underestimated.'
'But then again, no matter how strong he is in the future... does that have anything to do with now?'
'Right now, Huyan Sword is at the Innate Realm level at best, not yet at the Grandmaster Realm. I can still crush him!'
Thinking of this, Qin Yang's anxious heart settled a little.
