"Is this guy for real?"
Han Yanfa's mouth hung wide open, almost large enough to fit a whole egg.
It was just too clean and sharp—two swords to defeat a peerless master whose strength was very likely even above that of the Sect Leader. Han Yanfa truly had a hard time imagining that all of this was done by Shi Xiaole.
He thought back to their first meeting, when the other party hadn't even reached the Void Origin Realm—it had only been what, a decade or so?
"Well fought!"
Murong San shouted loudly, aggravating his injuries and coughing up blood, yet he still smiled.
Damn that felt good!
These madmen from the Carefree Sect had come out of nowhere to the Divine Sect, nearly pushing them to the brink of death. If he had Shi Xiaole's strength, he would never have tolerated these people until now.
Witch Granny's dim eyes suddenly lit up, mixed with indescribable complexity.
