Fang Qingyu's eyes, like melted gold, suddenly contracted.
This was the first time he had witnessed the full might of a Martial Saint!!
The terrifying Qi and Blood Power, vast as an abyss yet restrained to its limit, the Martial Arts Will that seemed capable of shaking Heaven and Earth with each gesture...
Was far beyond a Tier Two Grandmaster.
This was truly a being standing at the Peak of human Martial Arts.
The gaze of the Martial Saint was like two searchlights, sweeping across the entire camp in an instant.
The eyes, sharp as knives, carried a cold efficiency in battlefield inspection, pausing briefly on Zhang Tiezhu and the warriors of the Fierce Tiger Company, finally landing accurately in the direction of the medical tent.
Or rather, on the five people inside the tent, including Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.
