"Jian Fanxin is here!"
A commotion broke out among the crowd. Many turned toward the valley entrance, only to see another peerless swordsman walking in. He was somewhat shorter than ordinary people, no more than six feet tall, with a gaunt frame. No one knew what race he belonged to; his entire body was covered in azure scales, and his eyes gleamed like sharp swords piercing the heavens.
A treasured sword hung at his waist, tightly sheathed, yet its uncontainable edge still shone through.
A fierce aura naturally parted the crowd before him.
Those with sharp eyes had already recognized him.
"He's actually reached the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level? It's only been a few years—what terrifying progress!"
"They say he is a supreme genius of the Sword World. It seems that reputation is no lie; he truly has the qualifications!"
"What powerful Sword Qi! Even the martial path within my body is trembling restlessly, as though it is about to wail!"
Once they discovered that he had entered the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level, everyone's expressions changed. Having reached this realm, Jian Fanxin had become one of the Third District's foremost figures. Coupled with the naturally extraordinary offensive power of a swordsman, even old fellows who had been in this realm for years could do nothing to him.
His status was now utterly different.
Monkey, who had been drinking with Ye Xiwen, glanced over, his face darkening slightly as he said, "Why is it him?"
"So he's Jian Fanxin?" Ye Xiwen gave Jian Fanxin an interested look. He had heard people comparing the man to himself before, so he had naturally taken some notice.
Jian Fanxin was indeed as everyone described him. His entire body exuded an unruly, unyielding air. Then again, rising to prominence in the Third District