They stood at the precipice of the Mortal Soul Realm, both at the Primordial stage, yet Xiao Ming exuded an aura that defied comprehension.
To Zhou Mei and Xi Muyao, he was an enigma—a figure shrouded in mystery, his strength immeasurable, his presence profound.
Zhou Mei's starry eyes gleamed with curiosity as she turned to him, her voice tinged with awe.
"Junior Brother Xiao, how strong have you become after your breakthrough?" she asked, her tone both eager and reverent.
Xiao Ming's lips curled into a playful smile, his confidence radiating like the sun breaking through a storm.
"Currently, I can easily take down a peak-state Shi Fang in less than three moves," he declared, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of power.
PSS!
Zhou Mei and Xi Muyao sucked in sharp breaths, their expressions a mix of disbelief and admiration.
