The Human Race's Sharpest Blade of War!

Bai Qi shot a sidelong glance and gave a soft snort through his nose.

"In His Majesty's eyes, there is no distinction between kin and stranger—only capability and character.

If this man is worthy of being personally welcomed by him, then he must possess something extraordinary—

I'd like to weigh him up and see just how hard the bones of this Grand Preceptor truly are!"

Bai Qi had not taken Wang Jian's words seriously in the slightest.

After all—

Having fought shoulder to shoulder for so many years, the two had long since seen through each other's temperaments.

On the battlefield, Wang Jian was as steady as a mountain, solemn and sparing with words;

But the moment he took off his armor, he turned into a restless live monkey, his mouth having no gate to hold it shut. He loved nothing more than stirring up trouble—just short of taking a stick and poking a hole through the sky!

Bai Qi could not even be bothered to lift an eyelid. He had no desire to deal with someone like that.

At that moment, only one thing occupied his mind: weighing Li Tian's measure.

Just as he had said before—

Ying Zheng had personally named him Grand Preceptor not because of his face, but because he truly possessed formidable abilities!

He had been stuck at this bottleneck for far too long. His cultivation had not budged in the slightest, as though he had been nailed within walls of bronze and iron.

He had fought every top expert of the Human Race worth fighting and tried every method worth trying, yet that thin sheet of window paper remained forever unpierced.

And this Grand Preceptor before him might be the key!

At that thought, Bai Qi's gaze abruptly blazed, as if two clusters of