A recommendation ticket, please.
Ma Yinqi tapped the secret Ma Family letter she had brought with one slender finger, speaking through gritted teeth with a measure of sarcastic taunts. "My dear young master, take a good look at that precious little brother of yours! Heh, he led people to cut down six Soul Sages in a row. Sword of War, Sword of Judgement—how impressive."
Chen Jianjun's expression changed abruptly, his pupils contracting in an instant. He snatched up the secret letter and quickly unfolded it to read.
His gaze flashed like lightning, skipping over the routine contents and sweeping across the brief yet shocking account written there—Chen Xiaojun, on the Ancient Fortress Battlefield, with heaven-shaking Sword Might.
Six Soul Sages! Six!
This battle record was too fierce, too horrifying.
How old was he? What was his Soul Power Level? This was no simple challenge above his level; this was carving a bloody path with his sword through a sea of corpses and blood, cutting down sages like mowing grass! The famed titles "Sword of War" and "Sword of Judgement" were names soaked in the blood of Soul Sages!
The secret letter also mentioned that Chen Xiaojun's own soul power had been severely depleted and his face had turned slightly pale, but after the battle, he could rapidly draw in the battlefield's blood energy and negative energy through the Seven Kill Sword to replenish himself.
That strange yet efficient ability made Chen Jianjun's heart grow even heavier.
"Whew..." He slowly exhaled a long breath of foul air, as if trying to force the shock in his chest out with it.
Ma Yinqi gave a cold laugh. "That good little brother of yours is terribly capable! Black armor on his body, not a drop of blood on him, awe-inspiring in every