"Jiang Ping An! How could you possibly be Jiang Ping An?! Jiang Ping An's cultivation absolutely could not have risen this quickly!"
Zhuo Tian Lin stared fixedly at Jiang Ping An's face, shock and disbelief written across his own.
He knew this face all too well.
During the war between the Wildsea Royal Clan and Blue Sea Country, as one of the Wildsea Royal Clan's commanders, he had always been responsible for handling front-line affairs.
Back then, a genius had emerged in Blue Sea Country. Before becoming a God King, he had already mastered Domain Power.
It was said that this person cultivated the number one Martial Law beneath Lord Gods, the Primordial True Martial Scripture.
He had watched Jiang Ping An fight through formations and had even devised all manner of assassination missions and plans specifically for Jiang Ping An.
He would never forget this man's appearance.
Flowing white hair, purple-gold eyes, a face devoid of any emotional fluctuation...
Jiang Ping An's appearance was exactly identical to the man before him.
The only difference was his cultivation.
No matter how quickly Jiang Ping An cultivated, he could not possibly be this monstrous, reaching the Seventh Level in such a short time.
The man before him absolutely could not be Jiang Ping An!
"Are you Jiang Ping An's ancestor?"
Zhuo Tian Lin hoped the man before him would give the answer he wanted.
"You are not qualified to question me."
Jiang Ping An's expression was cold. One hand clutched Zhuo Tian Lin by the throat, while the other grabbed his arm and yanked hard.
Rip!
Zhuo Tian Lin's arm was forcibly torn off, flesh and sinews still connected as scalding blood sprayed forth.
"Aaah!"
The agonizing pain made Zhuo Tian Lin scream.
Jiang Ping An looked at him indifferently. "Why