Chen Xin Was Shocked: Gu Rong Had Reached Level 97? One-Legged Tang Hao: Tang San, We're Not Worthy...

If he hadn't worried about his daughter's feelings back then, and hadn't assumed Han Yu was merely Gu Rong's grandson and couldn't get away...

The ones standing beside Han Yu and basking in this glory now would have been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Ning Fengzhi lowered his eyes, concealing the surging regret and bitterness within them.

Chen Xin, however, was not nearly as capable as Ning Fengzhi at hiding his emotions.

His gaze shifted away from Han Yu and landed on Gu Rong, who stood nearby with his arms crossed and a languid expression.

At that sight, Chen Xin's pupils constricted sharply.

"Old Bones... your Soul Power..."

Chen Xin's voice trembled slightly. Sword intent uncontrollably spilled from his body, as though he had encountered something that instinctively put him on guard.

Gu Rong raised an eyebrow, a smug curve appearing on his lips.

"What is it, Old Scoundrel? Haven't seen me for a few days, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Chen Xin stared fixedly at Gu Rong, sensing that restrained yet abyss-deep fluctuation of Soul Power as he enunciated each word.

"Level ninety-seven?

"You broke through to level ninety-seven?"

"Looks like you've still got some eyesight."

Gu Rong lazily stretched, his joints cracking loudly.

"Not only am I level ninety-seven now, I've also comprehended something you won't touch the threshold of in your entire life.

"Old Scoundrel, that broken sword of yours can't even break through my defenses anymore."

Chen Xin's face went pale, and his hands clenched unconsciously.

Level ninety-seven.

He and Gu Rong had originally been level ninety-six and level ninety-five.

Gu Rong had been weaker than him.

Yet after leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, in such a short time...

Gu Rong had not only risen two levels in a row, but the