Taiqing Dragon Emperor

Silver light flickered over Long Taiyi's body, making him look as though he had been forged from mithril. He stared at Ning Xiaochuan and said, "Human, you count as the foremost among the younger generation of the human race, don't you? If I defeat you, does that mean the foremost of humanity's younger generation has fallen to my hand as well?"

"The foremost of humanity's younger generation? Then you truly misunderstand!"

Ning Xiaochuan smiled. "The world is vast; beyond mountains are more mountains, beyond men are greater men. With my cultivation, how could I possibly be the foremost of humanity's younger generation? Not to mention the entire Sky Void Continent—even in the Northern Frontier alone, there are many young experts stronger than me."

Long Taiyi's gaze sharpened. "There are human geniuses in the Northern Frontier stronger than you?"

"Impossible. The prodigies of the Northern Frontier's great holy lands are utterly vulnerable before the geniuses of our demon clan. Other than you, where could there be any stronger genius?" the Three-Headed Royal Lion said.

Not only the demon cultivators, but even those human cultivators did not believe that anyone among the Northern Frontier's younger generation could be stronger than Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan swept his gaze over the demon cultivators and said, "Your demon clan is too arrogant. Naturally, you do not regard human cultivators highly. But there truly are people in the Northern Frontier's younger generation stronger than me. There is no need to look far away—within the Bright Holy Land alone, someone surpasses me in cultivation."

All the human cultivators were immensely curious, looking all around as they wondered whom Ning Xiaochuan meant.

"Who?" Long Taiyi asked.

Ning Xiaochuan looked at the sky. The sun had already set, and the heavens were growing increasingly dim. He said, "That person