"Ha, my Sun Xinping's eye for talent has never been wrong. See that? Everyone can probably attest to how formidable Little Li is. He's practically invincible among those in the mid-stage of Enlightenment. Previously, Old Li the Half-Immortal had suppressed the petty villains of the Three Veins with a single sword strike. Little Li is showing signs of reaching that level too. It's just that the waves behind on the Yangtze drive on those before, and someone even more shocking has appeared now. According to Junior Brother Yu, this battle ended in a draw." Though the fight had been brief, the shock it had given the reclusive sects was tremendous. Sun Xinping felt very superior, looking as though he had won, grinning from ear to ear until even his eyebrows were trembling.
Li Mufan's expression was frighteningly gloomy. After taking several heavy breaths, he said coldly, "Yes, every generation brings forth its new heroes, and the old will eventually be eliminated. My aptitude in the Qian Kun Dao is mediocre, but my disciple, Li Poxiao, is a heaven-sent genius. If Feng Junhe can't recover his strength this time, then I think my disciple can be recommended to participate in the battle of the reclusive sects!"
"Well, Senior Brother Sun, don't praise that brat Xia anymore. You're making him sound like your disciple. Let's see how Junior Brother Feng is doing first!" Yu Tianxiao hurriedly spoke up, then walked over to inspect Feng Junhe's condition.
After fainting, Feng Junhe had already regained consciousness. At that moment, he lay listlessly beneath a tree, hatred surging to the heavens. "There's no need to look! I'm already crippled! My meridians are sealed! I won't recover even if I eat an immortal herb! If I don't avenge this grudge, I swear I won't let it