The Storm is Coming

Wang Haoran saw Wu Xingtian's reaction and could more or less guess what he was thinking.

In Wu Xingtian's view, Saint Realm Sixth Level cultivation was simply not enough to resolve this crisis.

But in Wang Haoran's eyes, this level of cultivation was already sufficient.

He had never been in the habit of revealing all his trump cards. The reason he had only vaguely disclosed Saint Realm Sixth Level cultivation was because he believed he could completely control the situation.

After all, Wang Haoran had already met those foreign clans and knew their capabilities.

It was just that Wu Xingtian had not considered the possibility of fighting above one's level and only thought that Saint Realm Sixth Level was inadequate.

Wang Haoran could not be bothered to explain.

After hearing Wu Xingtian say this, he prepared to leave with Ye Wuhen and let Wu Xingtian get some proper rest.

Ye Wuhen had also seen through Wu Xingtian's thoughts. She paused where she was instead of leaving immediately and, in order to reassure him, forced herself to say, "Master, don't look at the fact that he's only at Saint Realm Sixth Level. His true combat power is actually far beyond that."

Even Ye Wuhen herself did not quite believe what she had said.

Leaving aside everyone else, Qianhe Zhenyi, who ranked second on the Heavenly Rankings, alone possessed cultivation around Saint Realm Thirteenth Level.

If Wang Haoran, at Saint Realm Sixth Level, faced Qianhe Zhenyi alone, he would probably be pinned to the ground and beaten. Not to mention that there were other foreign-clan experts as well.

"Master believes you." After hearing this, Wu Xingtian suddenly revealed a kind smile.

He also understood that he had lost his composure somewhat earlier.

Whether Wang Haoran could be of great help or not,