Jia Ma Imperial Capital, Imperial City
At the top of the magnificent hall stood two figures, one old and one young. The old man wore a yellow robe, his aura steady and composed, giving him a calm and approachable air. The younger figure was quite beautiful, dressed in luxurious ceremonial robes that lent him an air of nobility and elegance.
"Great-grandfather..." Yao Ye called out worriedly as he looked at Jia Xingtian, who was staring into the distance, lost in thought.
The old man, already over a hundred years old, came back to his senses. He then let out a long sigh and smiled helplessly. "Sorry. This old man lost his composure for a moment."
Yao Ye shook his head, his beautiful eyes turning toward the direction Jia Xingtian had been watching. The endless Fire Waves reflected in his dark pupils, and he could not help murmuring, "Anyone who saw such a sight would lose themselves in it."
"With a single move, he defeated the combined formation formed by more than a dozen Misty Cloud Sect elders and killed every one of them. Even I can only look up to such strength," Jia Xingtian sighed as he stroked his beard, his expression extremely complicated.
Yao Ye's pupils trembled slightly as he asked in disbelief, "Then doesn't that mean he is already... a Dou Zong expert?"
Jia Xingtian shook his head and slowly said, "No. From what I observed, he is currently only a Three-star Dou Huang. Yet with his own strength, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with a Dou Zong. No—even Yun Shan, already a Three-Star Dou Zong, may not be his match!"
The impact of that answer was too great. Yao Ye's mind went blank for a moment, and he could only cover his small mouth, which had