"Mm, the sword intent is decent—quite vast, heavy, and sharp. It is clear he has some foundation. Unfortunately, his realm is too low. With mere Fifth Realm power, he can hardly stir any waves!" Zhao Qingyun said softly.
As a Bright Moon Rank cultivator.
Looking across Xuanhuang.
He too was a True Dragon.
A True Dragon among True Dragons.
To him.
Before the great battle had even begun.
The suppression of realms.
Had already secured half the victory.
After all, aside from those three lofty, unfathomable, terrifying Blazing Sun Rank figures, who could defeat him at the same realm—or across realms?
Though the white-robed youth before him looked passable, his sword intent soaring to the heavens.
In truth.
In Zhao Qingyun's eyes.
He was merely so-so.
Let alone being two realms above him.
Even if they were at the same realm.
Or even if Zhao Qingyun were two realms below him.
What could it change?
The outcome would be no different.
The stars shone upon the world, looking down upon all living beings, suppressing endless Heavenly Prodigy Rank geniuses.
And above the stars.
Were the bright moons.
Having long occupied lofty positions.
People like Zhao Qingyun and Luo Jiuxiao.
Had long forgotten what humility was.
What caution was.
Only four words remained in their hearts.
Invincible beneath the heavens.
Along the way.
Many of the opponents Xiao Chen had encountered.
Possessed such a mentality.
Huang Yelang, Xuan Yuan Shenyang, Xuan Yuan Taiyin, Zhou Buyu, Qin Qiankun.
Without exception.
Every one of them had astonished a land, an era, a region!
They had once, within their own corner of heaven and earth.
Forged invincible legends that belonged solely to themselves.
Yet.
Heaven and earth were too vast.
Its territories boundless.
When these people left the royal lands and homelands that had