At this, Zhao Yuan shook his head and said bitterly, "Unless I can break through to the true Dou Sheng realm, this will be difficult!"
As he spoke, he leaned on his wooden cane and slowly turned around. The wrinkles on his face, like the patterns of tree roots, trembled slightly as he sighed. "After all, you know that bastard's talent surpasses both yours and mine. When he explored the Light Shadow Space back then, he was barely over twenty and was already a Peak Seventh-grade Alchemist. Even his cultivation had reached the Nine-star Dou Zong level. Though he could not compare to Lin Feng, he was not much inferior to Dan Chen and Cao Ying."
"Several hundred years ago, after I successfully broke through to the Half-Saint realm and stabilized my cultivation, I went to settle the score with that bastard. By then, he was already a Mid-level Half-Saint. At this moment, his Dou Qi cultivation may have even taken that final step and entered the Dou Sheng realm completely. Therefore, even if I break through to Dou Sheng, my chances of avenging myself are likely less than thirty percent."
"Damn it! If only Second Brother were still alive. If the three of us joined forces, the Zhao Clan would not have declined to the point of ranking fourth among the five great clans of Central Province!"
Hearing how slim their chances of revenge were, Zhao Ran could no longer restrain himself and smashed his fist fiercely onto the wooden table beside him.
The wooden table, made from a seventh-rank tree-type magical beast, let out a loud bang after receiving his furious blow and instantly exploded into splinters that filled the air!
Zhao Yuan merely shook his head slightly and said nothing.
He simply waved a hand, sending out