Half an hour later, as Qian Zhenrong looked at his companions, who were dead or critically wounded, he took a deep breath.
"Meng Yu?"
A young Foundation Establishment cultivator, had burst into the estate, slaughtering like a god of death, his swordsmanship was divine; he also had a Golden Core friend, who used a Formation to seal off the estate.
"It's me."
Qian Zhenrong had seen Meng Yu's portrait numerous times, but now, witnessing the young man's swordsmanship, he was somewhat stunned.
"Your martial skill…"
Qian Zhenrong paused, not because he was shocked by the greatness of Meng Yu's martial abilities, but at their seeming weakness!
He was a bona fide Golden Core Master, and although he had not cultivated the Eternal Night Palace's true methods, it was not because his talents were lacking, but because his constitution was suited to another path of cultivation, and thus, he cultivated another set of techniques.
