Dragon City did not care about Zhao Hun's disdain and mockery; he had expected it. Yet one point deeply puzzled him. In Zhao Hun's eyes, he was more shameless than one man, more lowly than one man—could it be that even his achievements fell short of that man's?
That truly stabbed him in the heart.
Since making his name, though he could not claim to have traveled all across the Divine Land, he had encountered many martial artists, including no shortage of the younger generation's foremost geniuses.
The only ones who had truly won his wholehearted admiration, those he acknowledged as his superiors, were no more than a few figures renowned throughout the land.
Shen Tianci of the Shen Family was one. He had met that brat before. To put it harshly, the fellow probably had not even grown all his hair yet, but his attainments in martial arts were terrifyingly high. Dragon City had suffered a crushing defeat, though he had also earned Shen Tianci's praise.
Even with all his present fortuitous encounters and improvements, he still believed himself no match for Shen Tianci. That was naturally one.
Then there was Monk Miaofa of Mountaintop Temple. Possessing the Golden Glass Saint Body, his fleshly body was peerless and his vital blood pure yang. In his early years, Dragon City had changed his name and identity to test the man, only to be defeated as well, leaving him greatly discouraged.
The Golden Glass Saint Body was a bloodline and physique that came into its own in the later stages, the sort that only grew stronger and stronger.
Even with his exceptional combat power now, he had no intention of seeking to regain his lost face.
There were another three to five people. Back then, they had been roughly his equals—some