Chaoshēng Pavilion.
Tide Cliff.
A grave atmosphere spread through the place, like the eve of a storm, the air gone solid.
Jing Wuming and Chen Wang's hearts were exceptionally heavy.
An earth-shattering clash could erupt in the very next breath.
"Does the Marquis know what First Rank means?" Just then, Chen Canghai's voice rang out, breaking the clash of auras, breaking that congealed weight.
Without waiting for Jiang Ning to answer, Chen Canghai said, "First Rank means one man can stand against thousands upon thousands of troops. One is already among the Immortal Gods in the heavens, beyond what human strength can reach. Marquis, you should think this through. Do you truly wish to make an enemy of this old man?"
"If you were the Black Flood Dragon King of those years, I naturally would not dare come here," Jiang Ning said mildly.
From just the first glance, he could tell that even after thirty years of recuperation, Chen Canghai had still not returned to First Rank, had not achieved the Hunyuan Realm, had not entered First Rank.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were surely still in a state of imbalance.
Whether that imbalance was caused by insufficient Essence Blood or by weak Qi and waning Spirit, he had no way to judge.
But of one thing he was certain: Chen Canghai had fallen from the Subordinate First Rank Unity Realm to the Second Grade Divine Intent Realm, Great Grandmaster level, and even now he still remained a Second Grade Divine Intent Realm Great Grandmaster.
"Though I have not been able to return to the First Rank Realm, the Second Grade is still not enough to describe my level!" Chen Canghai stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still indifferent. "I do not wish to make an enemy