"... Quite good."
The Saint Prince wiped the last trace of blood from the corner of his lips and said self-deprecatingly, "Earlier, I was worried... If Great Chu and Da Li couldn't even produce a decent opponent, it would be quite dull."
He knew.
On the side of the Human Race, there were a few extraordinary talents that were seen once in a century.
Xie Xuanyi, Tang Fengshu, Chen Chong...
This time heading south, the Saint Prince just wanted to experience the skills of these "geniuses." If these young prodigies of the Human Race couldn't satisfy him, then he would have to set his sights on Zhao Chunyang, Xiao Yaozi, and those old fellows. Even if his cultivation was insufficient now, there would always be opportunities to face them in the future.
He just didn't know if those old guys from the Human Race, whose lifespan was running out, could hold on until he reached the pinnacle of his cultivation.
"Today's battle is going to be difficult to conclude."
