In the Imperial Capital, the crowds fell silent for a moment, then erupted in uproar!
"The director actually lost? Who beat him? I think I heard the name Huang something?"
"Huang Tian? Wang Tian? I didn't catch it either."
"He was flying so high up, you couldn't make him out with the naked eye!"
"The director is one of the two strongest people in the Eastern Saint Federation. There can't be more than a handful of people in the world who could beat him. The speaker is one, and now there's another. I wonder which of them is stronger?"
"Hard to say, but I'd give this man the edge. The director lost too quickly. The speaker is surely stronger than the director, but could he defeat him as easily as a storm flattening dead wood?"
"Quit guessing. What level are we? We can't even beat a Modified Human, and here we are judging them? Besides, it's been years since the speaker last fought. Who knows what level he's reached now? There's no way to compare them—"
Amid the boiling clamor, Xue Pei sat in his hotel room, his face deathly pale and a chill rising in his heart. "Even the director lost?!
"How? Why is Huang Tian so strong?"
Anyone who could easily defeat Xia Zhongliu when the director was fighting at full strength had to have one foot across the threshold of Seventh Level, even if he had not reached it outright!
In other words, Huang Tian now stood at the very pinnacle of humanity. At most, only two or three people in the world could stand beside him. Perhaps there was only one: Zhu Wujiu, speaker of the Eastern Saint Federation. He was the only human suspected of having reached Seventh Level, and even if he had not,