The moment those words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in uproar. In the northern desert, Demon Master Palace stood nearly on equal footing with the Shamanic Sect. Pang Ban, the Demon Master in particular, was considered by many to be the most mysterious and powerful man alive.
Before the Great Khan rose to power, whether Pang Ban or the Sky-Connecting Shaman was stronger had been a common topic of discussion among the Mongols. Although the demonic sects were divided into three schools and six branches, whose members were practically irreconcilable enemies, even the other sects had to admit that Pang Ban was the undisputed foremost figure of the demonic path.
Yet this supreme expert had just been so brazenly belittled by such a young fellow.
Countless supporters of Demon Master Palace were about to curse him, but Pang Ban slowly spoke. "That is correct. My Dao Heart Seed Demon technique has yet to reach perfection. If we truly fought, I would not be your match."
Those who had been filled with righteous indignation immediately fell silent. The scene became deathly quiet. Many still refused to believe it. The man opposite looked only twenty or thirty at most. Even if he had cultivated from the womb, how could he possibly be this powerful?
Jin Bingyun was equally stunned. In her heart, her master had always been invincible, yet he had now admitted that he was inferior to a young man. When she looked at Song Qingshu, there was an added trace of fervor in her gaze.
No matter who it was, everyone respected and worshipped true strength.
Suddenly, she sensed something and turned back. She noticed Pang Ban looking at her, seemingly intentionally yet not quite, and immediately remembered the mission she bore for the Dao Heart Seed Demon.
Over