"Slow cultivation?" Hearing Fang Hai's words, Number Three felt like coughing up blood.
An increase of two levels over several decades.
That was an entirely normal standard within the Feitian Realm.
After all, under normal circumstances, when Flying Martialists spoke of Feitian Peak experts, they usually meant level 35 martialists.
At the Feitian Tier, the gap in strength between each level was enormous.
As for Level 36 and above? That was not something ordinary Feitian Realm experts could reach; it placed exceedingly harsh demands on one's foundation.
"Haha, what a pity. I failed to kill you back then." Number Three suddenly burst into a savage laugh. "Especially the third assassination attempt. I was only a hair's breadth away. If Bai Shan hadn't arrived, you would have been dead for certain."
"Only a little bit short." Number Three's heart was filled with unwillingness.
Several decades ago, the most dazzling genius in all of Blue Star, and even the entire Seven Star Human Civilization, had been Fang Hai.
As the most terrifying assassin of the Tianliang Race lurking on Blue Star, he had struck more than once.
He had even risked assassinating Fang Hai under a Demigod's protection, yet every attempt had failed.
During the third assassination attempt, he had lost his Blood Shadow Clone, yet still retreated safely. He simply never again had another chance to assassinate Fang Hai.
Because after the third attempt, by the time he had cultivated another Blood Shadow Clone, Fang Hai had already entered the Feitian Tier.
Fang Hai looked calmly at his opponent, not the least bit angered.
"I can sense it. You're still Feitian Tier." Number Three stared fixedly at Fang Hai. "Yet as a Feitian Tier expert, you've comprehended a trace of the mysteries of laws... Your talent is truly inconceivable."
"The Seven