'A Martial Saint... No wonder he's so calm. He's actually a Martial Saint! That makes sense. Only a Martial Saint could so casually slaughter thirty-two True Disciples of the Sword Demon Sect in one move!'
Xu Yunfei stared intently at Shu Feng, a flash of resentment in her beautiful eyes. Her fists were clenched and she was gritting her teeth. She had dedicated her life to becoming the second Wei Tuxian, the first woman to be considered the strongest in the Black Tortoise Realm. But Shu Feng's talent simply filled her with despair.
'A Martial Saint! How can he be this terrifying?! How many years has he even been cultivating? He's already a Martial Saint! If we let him cultivate for another decade, he'll become another Wei Tuxian!'
The Xuan Mo Saint Child's expression was blank, but as he clenched his right fist, the wine cup in his grasp turned to dust and slipped through his fingers.
