"Let this old man see what these so-called Sacred Sect disciples are capable of, whether they are truly qualified to strut about in my Wasteland!"
Radiance blazed from Wei Zhenwu's body, his wild hair whipping about as his kingly physique crushed the void like a towering mountain.
Before Wei Fan had risen to prominence, Wei Zhenwu had been the Wasteland's strongest expert. Alone, he had intimidated the Wasteland Martial Alliance and left the Guangling Sect Master afraid to make a move. He had ventured more than a hundred thousand li deep into demon territory and guarded the outskirts of Xuanhe Sect for centuries, deterring every Demon King from entering human lands. He was the pillar holding up the Wasteland human race.
Without his deterrence, no one knew how much suffering the Wasteland's humans would have endured.
"He is not much weaker than the Dragon Turtle Demon King, hailed as Beiding Continent's strongest Demon King!"
Wei Fan sensed Wei Zhenwu's aura. Aside from his physical body being somewhat inferior to the Dragon Turtle Demon King's, his overall aura was not much weaker.
If he spent some more time cultivating, Wei Zhenwu would certainly surpass the Dragon Turtle Demon King. After all, he had only broken through to the Martial King Ninth Layer a few days ago and had not yet had time to properly consolidate his cultivation. Many of his methods had not yet been cultivated either.
In terms of potential, other than Wei Fan himself, Wei Zhenwu was unquestionably the Wasteland's greatest talent. He possessed the potential of a Martial Saint.
Gongyang Bo was already over a thousand years old and had lost his chance to challenge the Saint Realm. Yet Wei Zhenwu was only a little over four hundred. After further consolidation, he still had a chance to strike