Yu Linglong's voice was trembling slightly.
Ji Changsheng was also in a daze.
"I know my mom is surely strong, but this strong? Could Lord Taiqing defeat Nether River?"
"Ehm, Grand Master said he could."
"What does my dad think?"
"Grand Master said he could."
"What about my third uncle?"
"If he has the Four Immortal-Slaying Sacred Swords, it shouldn't be a problem."
Ji Changsheng understood, "Seems only Saint Cundi cannot defeat the Nether River in the Six Saints?"
Yu Linglong coughed lightly: "Listening to Grand Master, that seems to be what he means."
Ji Changsheng sighed unto heaven: "So Nether River was trapped by Cundi? Cundi, what a nice saint, always instills self-confidence in Quasi-saints."
Cundi personally made a move and failed to seize the Blood Sea.
Nether River Grandmaster would never have thought that Empress Nuwa would make a move, and with just a few simple strokes, the Blood Sea would be dried up.
