After leaving the boat, Mu Qingyun summoned her flying swords. They expanded beneath their feet, carrying the two of them through the skies.0

“Brother San, that Ying Wudao is incredibly powerful!” exclaimed Mu Qingyun.0

Long Chen nodded. “Yes, he grew up in a devil tribe and endured many years of torment. Once he escaped, he soared like a dragon returning to the sea. Although we never really fought, he always exudes an extreme sense of pressure—something I rarely feel against those in the same realm. If we were to really battle, he would be a terrifying opponent.”5

Sometimes, even Long Chen misjudged. The Ying Wudao he once met felt like an entirely different...0