Wenren Tianming felt a slight sting at his neck.
He gently touched it with his hand and a bit of fresh blood trickled down.
There was a very small wound on his neck.
"Is this a warning," he said with a solemn expression as he looked at Xu Zimei.
The grace of that sword just now was still flashing through his mind.
Xu Zimei was right, if he hadn't shown mercy, now it wouldn't be just this small wound.
"Who exactly are you?" Wenren Tianming asked, looking at Xu Zimei.
"Don't you know?" Xu Zimei said with a faint smile.
"Perhaps if I say the current Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect, will you be able to accept that a bit more."
Wenren Tianming became somewhat silent, originally he was very confident in his own talent.
Even the peerless geniuses of the Central Continent were merely at the Emperor Pulse Realm.
He was confident that, compared to those geniuses, he had the qualifications to vie for this life's Destiny.
