"You're all Tier Three?!"
After the Yan Kingdom's ruler recovered from his shock, his gaze inevitably fell on Wang Xian.
Though he said nothing, everyone present understood what the Yan Kingdom's ruler meant. What tier was Wang Xian?
"If you want to know, that depends on whether Wang Xian wants to tell you."
Lin Feng chuckled.
He actually did not know Wang Xian's strength either. However, since Wang Xian had restored all of them to Tier Three strength—namely, the Saint Realm—and had made the mana within their bodies no longer stagnant like dead water, it meant that Wang Xian was definitely stronger than them. At the very least, he was in the God Realm, perhaps even the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
Of course, although Wang Xian's realm did not seem particularly high, one must not forget that his own realm was only at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor Realm Twelfth Heaven.
As for Wang Xian's true combat strength, perhaps only Wang Xian himself knew.
"Lord Wang Xian, could you tell us about your combat strength?"
A high-ranking official of Yan Kingdom asked curiously.
Wang Xian smiled and said, "Enough."
Enough?
The people of Yan Kingdom present were all somewhat dumbfounded.
Why did those two words sound so familiar to them?!
Wang Xian ignored the stunned Yan Kingdom people and looked at Lin Feng, Little Skeleton, and Hong Jin. "Which of you will deal with that Tier Three cosmic warship?"
"Me! Me!"
Little Skeleton raised her right hand high.
"Fine, you can do it. Be quick."
Wang Xian nodded.
"Absolutely!"
After tossing out those words, Little Skeleton instantly vanished from the cosmic warship's command room.
"Heavens!"
"What is that?"
"What else could it be? It's obviously the great Spirit Lord!"
A wave of startled cries suddenly rang out in the command room.
Everyone