Doubts (13)

As a True Disciple of Mingjing Peak, everyone present had seen An Jing's battle in Red Tower City.

They all knew that An Jing's strength far exceeded the normal limits of the Martial Meridian. He was a true top-tier prodigy, the kind who appeared only in a great age.

They couldn't beat him. They really couldn't.

As martial artists, they had to be honest with themselves and keep the right attitude. After all, when they fought enemies in the future, their opponents wouldn't be sentimental, nor would they spare their lives just because they refused to admit they were weak. It was just like math: if you couldn't win in the Martial Dao, you couldn't win.

So they all understood that a serious spar with An Jing would undoubtedly help them improve their strength and discover the gaps in their past cultivation.

Such an opportunity was extremely rare. What was more, Divine Fates each possessed their own unique Supernatural Ability. Getting a chance to witness one would be of immense benefit to their cultivation, whether they learned from it or used it to test their own understanding!

Besides that, the True Disciples were also pondering An Jing's "real intention."

With An Jing's strength, clearing out these Demonic Treants would be laughably easy. At most, it would take him a little longer.

He had specifically asked them to gather disciples from each peak and work together to tackle the task. He probably wanted to see how the peaks coordinated in battle and gauge everyone's strength, so he could arrange the upcoming sparring matches!

Honestly, he'd even found a reasonable excuse. He could have just said so outright; everyone would have been happy to cooperate.

At the same time that An Jing announced the clearing of the Demonic Treants,

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