Cao Qingzhi stared blankly.
Just moments ago, Jiang Ping had told him that he had replicated three-tenths of the Yellow Springs Saber's Artistic Conception, but the Artistic Conception he was displaying now was clearly between four and five-tenths.
"If Wang Zhuo's Brother hadn't blocked his path, everyone probably would have believed he had only replicated the Three-Point Concept Realm." Cao Qingzhi wore a strange expression.
This man's words couldn't be taken at face value. They were deceptive and could easily mislead an opponent.
Three-tenths on the surface, but four or five-tenths in truth.
"His real Artistic Conception couldn't be at five or six-tenths, could it?" Old Cao's eyelids twitched.
And what's more—
"You're at the True Qi Fifth Stage!"
Wang Zhuo's Brother screamed, his voice trembling.
He had dared to block Jiang Ping's path and even fight him because he was stronger and had trained for many more years than his opponent.
After all, Jiang Ping had only been at the True Qi First Stage at the new student banquet. He had figured that after a few months, Jiang Ping would have only just begun External Gathering at best and wouldn't yet have reached the True Qi Fourth Stage.
Well, Jiang Ping's strength really wasn't at the True Qi Fourth Stage. It was at the True Qi Fifth Stage!
There was no justice under heaven!
Was he really such a monster?
"Stop, junior brother! I'm from the Heihe Wang Family, and I admit defeat!" Wang Zhuo's Brother dropped to his knees in a flash, immediately admitting defeat.
He finally understood why the elders in his family were unwilling to make an enemy of this man.
Such a cultivation speed was far too shocking to the world.
Bang!
Wang Zhuo's Brother wanted to stop, but Jiang Ping couldn't hold back.
He