As for Qin Shaofeng, Wang Feiran had not thought much of him. He had even been rather dismissive.
In Wang Feiran's eyes, Qin Shaofeng was, at most, someone who had lucked into inheriting an alchemist's legacy. He was nothing worth worrying about.
Yet when he saw the martial artists at Fengya Villa, a trace of surprise flashed through Wang Feiran's eyes.
Xiantian Grandmasters!
Martial artists at such a level were not worth mentioning to Wang Feiran.
But after seeing some of the martial artists within Fengya Villa, Wang Feiran's attitude began to change.
Even the gatekeepers were Xiantian Grandmasters. And after passing through the outer gates of Fengya Villa, Wang Feiran sensed the auras of many other martial artists.
There were Xiantian Martial Masters and Xiantian Grandmasters, even Xiantian Great Grandmasters. The lowest among them were Xiantian Martial Artists.
Moreover, Wang Feiran could tell that these martial artists were no geniuses. They were members of gangs and assassin organizations.
Although Wang Feiran was arrogant, he was not some brainless, spoiled Eldest Young Master. Before coming here, he had looked into Qin Shaofeng a little and learned that Qin Shaofeng's current subordinates all came from the Black Tiger Gang and Black Scorpion.
People like them possessed no real talent for cultivation. Even if they cultivated, it would be difficult for them to achieve much.
Yet Wang Feiran now discovered that every martial artist here was far from ordinary. Not a single one was below the Xiantian Martial Artist realm.
If pills could help martial artists rapidly raise their realms, then what about cultivation techniques?
One had to know that without cultivation techniques, even with pills, it would be difficult for a martial artist to improve.
At the same time, Wang Feiran sensed that these martial artists' auras were exceptionally steady. Only