"How is this possible? He's only a human, yet he feels nothing under such a savage dragon blood baptism?" Yang Ziang was dumbfounded.
There were ten Divine Seeds present.
Some belonged to the Demon Race, others to the Ancient Faction.
Every one of them wore a pained expression.
Xiao Chen was a human.
His flesh was far weaker than that of the Demon Race.
Yet he had no fear of the dragon blood's ferocity?
"Fuck, why does the Sword Demon look like nothing's happening?"
"What a freak! Is he a sword demon or a body demon?"
"Compare yourself to others, and you'll compare yourself to death!"
Yang Ziang's utterly stunned expression drew several Divine Seeds' attention to Xiao Chen's astonishing composure. A few of them broke down on the spot!
The dragon qi was nearly battering them to pieces. Their clothes were in tatters, their bodies covered in wounds. How could Xiao Chen still look completely untroubled?
The moment the swords formed from strands of dragon qi approached Xiao Chen, the faint golden radiance covering his skin enveloped them. They melted like spring breezes dissolving into rain, turning into strands of dragon essence that sank into his body.
"Longfei, that prospective partner of yours is no ordinary man. His foundation is frighteningly deep!" Lan Xiaodie looked astonished as well. Her talent was extraordinary and her foundation outstanding, yet she was enduring tremendous pain. Xiao Chen, however, looked as relaxed as someone strolling through a quiet courtyard, without the slightest trace of strain or struggle on his face.
Today was her first meeting with Xiao Chen.
At first, she had looked down on him, believing his origins lowly, his cultivation poor, and his reputation undeserved.
But gradually...
She had realized...
Xiao Chen might be even more astonishing than the rumors claimed.