Heavenly Venerable's disciple, Blood Sea Divine Sword, demonic sect assassin, enemy of the Heavenly Demons.
These were all titles bestowed by Yue Qingge's Fate Grid, [Blade Suspended Over Sun and Moon]. Each was more formidable and more terrifying than the last.
He had once single-handedly bathed the South Sea mountain gate of the Blood Sea Demonic Sect in blood. One against ten, caught in an ambush, he had slain ten Divine Treasury Adepts of the True Demon Sect.
Any one of those achievements or identities would have been enough to make a martial artist renowned across the world. Yue Qingge possessed them all alone, so he truly had the right to make that seemingly arrogant sharp critique.
"Whew..."
Hui Tianyu took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead throbbing as he thought, Don't stoop to the level of a Sword Court overgrown baby. Don't stoop to the level of a Sword Court overgrown baby.
Yu Feng, however, felt that he had been overestimated—what virtue or ability did he possess that three people ganging up on An Jing would make him use a few more moves? Wouldn't he just be the deadweight, instantly slain by a single sword strike?
Leaving aside Yu Feng's slight underestimation of himself, Gu Yujing frowned.
Sword Cultivators challenged the strong and grew stronger... but so did dragons.
Dragons were bloodlines and spirits that refused to bow. That was why any creature that leapt over the Dragon Gate could become a dragon.
Gu Yujing naturally admired Yue Qingge's achievements, but he was not about to endure someone's sharp critique without a retort. He shook his head. "I said I couldn't last a hundred moves because I was being modest, but also because An Jing is unfathomable. He clearly still has methods hidden beyond my knowledge."
"Just