"Quite the bold statement," Yang Qianyan said coldly.
"Those who can be called geniuses, who among them doesn't make bold statements?" Xu Zijing responded with a smile.
"You." Although Ye Qingci didn't even glance in Xu Zijing's direction, a piercing sensation already pervaded Xu Zijing's entire body.
However, faced with Ye Qingci, thorny like a rose, Xu Zijing remained unaffected like a persistent piece of gum, responding softly,
"I can hardly be counted as a genius, especially compared to you, Long Xuan, Qian Yan, or even this youngster who has just started making a name for himself. I am merely someone with a bit more luck than others."
"If you don't qualify, then he qualifies even less."
Yang Qianyan said softly, his gaze fixed on Su Chengyu.
Sword momentum gathered on the Dragon Slayer Sword, the "borrowed" Divine Artifact glowing gold so intensely bright it was nearly impossible to keep one's eyes open; one could only use Divine Sense to sense the essence of that sword.
