How conceited! How arrogant! It was undeniably audacious of Wu Yuan to speak in such a manner. But as everyone in the hall recalled the overwhelming power he had just displayed, they grudgingly acknowledged that Wu Yuan had the prowess to back up his arrogance.8

Fei Lang, his handsome features contorted with a mixture of grief, anger, and humiliation, could do nothing but clench his jaw in silence. There was no disputing the fact that he had been thoroughly defeated.2

“This Li Xia, with his pride and unparalleled talent, certainly lives up to the reputation of a sword cultivator. No wonder Her Highness values him so highly,” Zhuo Yuansheng exchanged a knowing glance with Zhuo Qiuhong. 0

Previously, they were somewhat puzzled by Zhuo Haiyue's high regard for Wu Yuan, but this assessment helped shed light on it.1

"Is this the caliber of a hereditary disciple?" 1

"Fei Lang is formidable enough, yet he was defeated in one move?" The accompanying disciples were shocked by Wu Yuan's power.0

"It's no wonder Elder Xiang Sheng deemed him worthy of a personal visit," the two Void Refiner Eminences from the Dragon Star Immortal Sect chatted via telepathy. "No matter how strong his immortal root is, he’s only a first-stage Golden Core cultivator. Yet, the power of his sword strikes has reached the threshold of the Amethyst Cradle phase."0

In terms of attack power,...0