Apart from Wen Gao, the heart of the Jing Family Elder with the highest Cultivation couldn't help it anymore, and he muttered under his breath, "Dammit, even a Zhongnan Martial Saint wouldn't dare to boast about standing still and letting Wen Gao, who has achieved Sword Intent, strike with all his might!"
Anyway, if it were him, being struck empty-handed, he would definitely be split into eighteen pieces. Could this kid be even more badass than a Martial Saint?
"Young Master, I didn't hear that wrong, did I?" the Browed Elder couldn't help but say to Jing Jianming.
Jing Jianming was also a bit dazed, "There should be no mistake!"
"Well, I must really keep my eyes wide open to see how he handles it with his bare hands. Is he perhaps a Bronze Gourd?" mocked the Browed Elder.
Jing Jianming, "...."
Wen Gao clenched his teeth hard and said in a deep voice, "Then, my apologies!"
