"Talented figures had always emerged in every age. Brother Xiong, Brother Wang, you are already peerless men of your generation. I never expected there would now be another Brother Wang. To be born in the same era as you all—I don't know whether to count myself fortunate or unfortunate."
Xiong Bei Ming smiled. "If anyone else said that, I'd feel unworthy of the praise, but I'd still dare accept it. Coming from Third Highness, though, it sounds like mockery to me. Third Highness is bold and brilliant, with peerless grace. Your divine might in the battle at Heavenly God Hall left a deep impression on me, even though I wasn't there in person. In the Yang Venerable realm, you are unquestionably the greatest of your generation."
Third Holy Son naturally responded with repeated modest denials, though deep down he agreed.
He had seen Wang Yao's abilities. They were extraordinary, but perhaps not enough to contend with him.
Xiong Bei Ming had the edge over Wang Yao, but with a Mystical Treasure to aid him, Third Holy Son had no doubt he could defeat Xiong Bei Ming.
As for the newly risen Wang Qianqiu, he was the one Third Holy Son found hardest to read.
If Wang Qianqiu really was that person, perhaps he was worth facing with all his strength.
But if Wang Qianqiu wasn't that person, and was merely some so-called prodigy who had recently risen to prominence,
then he was nothing more than an ant who couldn't even reach the Dian Yuan realm. How could Third Holy Son treat him as an opponent?
"You two can keep praising each other, if you like. It seems the two Wang brothers still have more to say. Why don't we listen to them finish?"
Hostess Jiayi interjected at just the right