"Father, you must be careful. Zhu Wuhen is extremely strong."
Seeing her father pulled into the painting and about to fight Zhu Wuhen, Jiang MiaoYi grew anxious and hurriedly told Jiang Ping An everything she knew about Zhu Wuhen.
"Zhu Wuhen possesses the Golden Peng Bloodline. Golden Pengs are incredibly fast; two of the ten Divine Speed Runes in the world evolved from the Golden Peng clan."
"His Golden Peng Wings grant him terrifying close-range speed and fuse with Space Power, combining the unpredictability of close combat speed with long-range spatial teleportation."
"His Golden Peng Eyes can see through fundamental rules. Within his gaze, an enemy's movements slow down."
"The Golden Peng Sky Dome Art he cultivates is one of the strongest immortal arts of the Golden Peng Holy Land. Its attacks are fast and devastating."
"Father, you must be careful."
Jiang MiaoYi had never worried about her father this much before.
During that martial contest, she had witnessed Zhu Wuhen fight with her own eyes and knew exactly how powerful he was.
"Don't worry."
Jiang Ping An's expression did not change.
He calmly looked at Zhu Wuhen before him and said, "Though I'm grateful for the token you brought, in a battle between those of the same realm, I will not let you win."
"I advise you not to brag like that, lest you embarrass yourself before your family. I keep my word. I'll give you three hundred moves first."
Zhu Wuhen folded his arms, looking utterly relaxed.
A pair of golden wings grew from his back. Their exquisite patterns seemed born of nature itself, with Space Rules flickering across them.
Zhu Wuhen had immense confidence in his own speed. Even among Immortals of the same realm, few could keep up with him.
Forget three hundred moves from Jiang