'Damn kid... Could he actually have some real strength?'
Wan Jianxin's sword-like gaze fixed on Chu Qingyun, scrutinizing him from head to toe as if trying to see right through him.
But Chu Qingyun simply met that blade-like scrutiny with a smile, clutching the four sect Tokens, completely unfazed.
"Hmph. Yan Shangfeng, you go deal with that kid. But be careful—he is a Core Disciple of the Saint Extreme Sect, after all."
Wan Jianxin turned to a level-two Martial King from the Celestial Sword Sect standing behind him.
"Don't worry, Wan. He's just a level-two Martial King. There's no way I can lose."
The man stepped forward with a confident smile, his pace unhurried.
This part of the Saint Extreme Sect was a massive field specifically designed for large numbers of Flying Demon Beasts to take off and land. It was more than enough space for two combatants of the Martial King Realm.
