Looking at the way Tang Luo effortlessly wiped out the troublesome Blood Slaves, the two girls unconsciously opened their mouths, their faces filled with surprise.
They really couldn't believe that Tang Luo could so casually crush the blood essence with his pure physical strength alone. He had just claimed that it was almost impossible for someone in the Mortal Realm to eradicate it by brute strength alone.
Perhaps some people existed merely to shatter common knowledge, Tang Fengran mused, her respect for this clan brother—one year younger than her—overflowing.
This was a respect devoid of status, purely as a warrior, because she knew how much effort it took to reach such heights. She regarded herself as someone who dedicated a significant amount of effort to martial arts, yet she had only mastered one aspect, Blitzing Thunder Fingers, so far. In contrast, Tang Luo casually wielded a multitude of martial arts techniques, his physical strength extraordinary.
