Zhao Yang looked at Chen Mo's profile. He wanted to say something, but he did not know how to begin. Looking at this youngster, he felt somewhat conflicted.
Over the years, he himself had reached his forties, yet he had only cultivated to Houtian Layer Five. In the eyes of most superhumans, Zhao Yang could be considered accomplished in cultivation. Perhaps in a few more years, he might reach the higher Houtian levels, Houtian Layer Six or above. Back home, that would make him a minor master.
But after meeting Chen Mo today, he felt that all these years, he had lived like a dog!
Such a young man was actually a Xiantian Master, even an exceptional one among Xiantian Masters. There was simply no comparison. Comparing people was enough to break one's heart!
Moreover, there was another issue. This youngster before him was also a native of Siam. How had he never heard of someone like him before?
Especially during today's battle, at the very end, the weapon used by this youngster called Chuck had flown through the air, attacked enemies, and been incredibly sharp. It had pierced through enemy bodies without the slightest effort. What kind of weapon was that?
Brother Zhao and the others had discussed it earlier, but at the time, no one had been focused on it. The weapon had also moved too quickly for anyone to see clearly. Besides, it had been far too fierce, sending several powerful enemies flying one after another. It was brutally vicious.
He had wanted to ask, but after looking at Chen Mo and moving his lips, he ultimately said nothing.
Some things could not simply be asked. Especially in this environment, when facing someone capable of killing multiple masters, he absolutely could not offend him. Who knew whether