Chapter Eight Hundred and Twenty-Nine
This man had a tall and statuesque figure, dressed in a white sword robe, exuding a sharpness that seemed to pierce through the heavens.
Almost as soon as he stepped out, he attracted the attention of everyone in the square.
Especially the female disciples, who gazed at him with stars in their eyes, as if they had been love-stricken.
"Senior Brother!" many disciples called out respectfully.
Leng Feng, the foremost disciple of Wuliang Sword Sect, at the Xuan Level Peak, Southwest Prodigy, with a strength even greater than Tang Xiao's, was also the sect's most likely candidate to step into the Grandmaster Realm.
With hands tucked into his sleeves, he walked over to a large gathering of people and casually smiled, "What's the commotion here, why so lively?"
"Senior Brother, Hou Ming is betting on your ranking in the Hidden Dragon List again," a round-faced female disciple tattled.
