The White Sword Sect Elder's face was filled with doubt when he heard his disciple's words. Everything he said was the most probable. A teenager is very unlikely to be at the Saint stage.
It wasn't just the White Sword Sect Elder. Even everyone who heard him had doubts about Xu Yuan's strength.
Xu Yuan sighed softly, and it was indeed difficult to ascertain the entire arena at a glance with his strength. He could only rely on his brain to rearrange his plans.
He glanced at Chen Guo, standing not far in front of him, "Chen Guo, what if everything you said was wrong? How should you bear your guilt?"
Chen Guo felt that his back was suddenly being pushed down by a huge force. He looked at Xu Yuan disdainfully, "Xu Yuan, even though you are now at the Saint stage, it might not last long. Just wait until the competition is over. I guarantee that your strength will surely prevail. down to the stage you reached earlier!"
