But even if word gets out, it'll only reach a handful of people at most.
"That's right, kid. Just now that vast Fist Intent and killing intent of yours—how about letting me experience it firsthand?"
Zhan Jiuxiao's gaze burned as it locked onto Jiang Shu, with a faint hint of curiosity showing through.
"You jest, senior. You are a Peak Venerable; this junior can only admit inferiority."
Jiang Shu smiled. It wasn't that he was unwilling to fight Zhan Jiuxiao.
It was that if this battle really went all out, it would inevitably expose too many of his trump cards.
Better to do it as he had today; besides, that strike just now was already enough to prove his current combat strength.
"Truly no fun."
Zhan Jiuxiao waved his hand, then spoke:
"Come, Feng'er broke through today; of course we need to hold a grand feast!"
"Right now? Dad, aren't we going to wait for Yun'er?"
"No need. It's not like we're short on resources for one more banquet."
