On the snow-covered mountain, several young people stood gazing across the snowy fields toward Luoxue Ancient City.
They were watching the battle.
"That Black Robed Person is powerful. After War King beat him into that sorry state, he still got back up as if nothing had happened," Xie Hong said.
"That person is rather mysterious."
Qi Chuan said, "After watching him fight War King, I'm really curious who he is."
Tan Xuelan said, "He's mysterious and powerful, and War King is genuinely terrifyingly domineering. Few can match that kind of combat strength."
As the successor of Lower Profound Peak, Tan Xuelan might have loved to play, but she was incredibly strong. Out in the wider world, few opponents could catch her eye.
The strength of both the Black Robed Person and War King had astonished her. That showed just how powerful they were.
"Our ancestor's warning must have been for a reason. If we let our guard down, we'll be the ones who suffer," Changsun Yunze said with a smile.
Qi Chuan, Tan Xuelan, and the others all nodded in agreement.
Facing these peerless freaks who had reigned supreme across multiple great eras, they really did have to be careful, lest they end up eating dirt.
And if they did, life back home would be miserable.
"They're just pretty strong. They're nowhere near my level. Honestly, I could beat them with one hand tied behind my back."
Only Xie Hong was still shaking his head, completely unconcerned.
"Don't talk if you're the weakest," Qi Chuan said, rolling his eyes. "You're just support. What gives you the right to look down on anyone?"
"I'm the weakest at home. Out there, I'm the strongest! War King, Nether Son—they're all just little brothers to me!" Xie Hong planted his hands on his hips,