A corner of the sky.
Two Golden Pill Monks silently watched as a young man in green clothes unleashed Sword Qi with a flick of his fingers, killing many Foundation-building Demon Cultivators below, and they were deeply moved.
"This kid might be even stronger than the Qiyu Sect's Saint Heir when he was at the Foundation-building stage."
A long-bearded elder nearly pulled out his own beard.
"Can it be?"
The muscular Yellow Leopard was also shocked, but found it hard to believe, "The Six Dao Saint became a Golden Core Pill Monk in less than a century, a prodigy blessed by heaven. Although this junior is strong, how can he compare to such a figure?"
"In terms of potential, naturally, he cannot compare."
"That one is destined to become a Nascent Soul Monk."
