"Su Jing is at the Chengling Realm," mused the Cultivator. "With such power, he could rival an uninjured Jin Sheng at his peak. It seems my newly forged Mecha warriors are no match for him either. I'll have to find another way."
"Jin Sheng?" Li Xuan's face twitched, wondering why this youngster would bring up the name of the great Thirteen Swords at this time.
Fang Geyu scoffed lightly, her eyes sparkling with sarcasm as though they could speak for themselves.
"That pile of scrap metal hoards the name of the Thirteen Swords, but what's the use? Even at his peak, unleauged by countless underhanded attacks, I bet if he faced Su Jing, within ten breaths, he would definitely be lying down on his way out."
"That strong?" Even the usually composed Baili An was somewhat shocked.
He had witnessed the might of Jin Sheng's Yuanli Sword.
A mere scratch from the Yuanli Heavenly Tribulation could cause a Cultivator's flesh to crumble and scatter.
