"There's no need for that, just stand aside and consolidate your realm through rest!"
As Su Sheng raised his hand, Wu Zhenglin could no longer bow. In reality, it was a matter of seniority; he could never withstand a bow from an elder at any time.
Everyone saw it—this was a living example. Su Sheng turned the hand for clouds and covered the hand with rain. Although exaggerated, such boasting was justified, as he could truly enable a Half-step Great Grandmaster to break through in the blink of an eye.
To reach the level of a Great Grandmaster and become the strongest combatant below the Innate, was indeed the lifelong pursuit of countless martial practitioners!
"Elder Ma, it's your turn now."
He still chose the most promising candidates. Elder Ma's blade was as steady as an old dog, and this time it should be secure, being the anchor. If Wu Zhenglin had failed just now, at least there would be a fallback here.
"I'm troubled, Mr. Su."
