Wang Yuan's gaze flashed like lightning as he revealed that Wei Fan had only broken through to the Saint Realm at nineteen by relying on a Saint Blood Fruit.
In truth, many people knew about this. At Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang's dojo that day, Feng Hua had obtained two Saint Blood Fruits and was pursued by experts from both human races. Wei Fan had stepped in forcefully and killed every person chasing Feng Hua.
One person only needed one Saint Blood Fruit. Since Feng Hua had obtained two, it was only natural for her to give one to Wei Fan.
"So what if Wei Fan broke through after consuming a Saint Blood Fruit? He was still peerlessly brilliant. Back when he was a Martial King, he could withstand a Sacred Weapon barehanded. Could Zhou Chengzhu do that?"
The youth nailed to the pillar sneered, still believing Zhou Chengzhu was inferior to Wei Fan.
"Merely resisting a Sacred Weapon barehanded? Who told you my cousin couldn't do it? He simply never publicized it."
Wang Yuan was in no hurry to kill the youth. His main purpose in acting today was to clear his cousin Zhou Chengzhu's name, so that these frogs at the bottom of the well in the martial world would know that breaking through to the Saint Realm at nineteen did not mean Wei Fan surpassed every other genius.
The youth nodded and said mockingly, "I believe Zhou Chengzhu can do it. After all, he is the most outstanding inheritor of his generation in a Martial Emperor Family, with the finest resources and the strongest divine arts. If he couldn't even resist a Sacred Weapon barehanded, wouldn't he just be a lump of scrap iron?
"Wei Fan came from the Land of Collapsed Dao. If Zhou Chengzhu had the