Zhou Ming let out a long breath. He was deeply alarmed, yet quickly calmed himself.
Yes, his opponent was strong.
The Suanni Art in particular had truly shocked him.
But he was not afraid. Born the son of a Golden Core cultivator and an elder, he had unquestionably come into the Azure Luan Sect with a golden spoon in his mouth.
Even trash like Zhou Tian could obtain a magical treasure for protection, let alone him.
Since childhood, he had received far too many treasures that ordinary people could never hope to match in a lifetime.
His foundation had been laid for him bit by bit by his father. Though his cultivation had not progressed quickly, and reaching the Golden Core had taken nearly two hundred years, when it came to the solidity of his foundation, fewer than five people in the entire Azure Luan Sect could compare to him.
His flesh, mana, and even his soul possessed almost no flaws.
Not only that, his parents had specifically found him the magical treasure most suited to the techniques he cultivated: the Fire God Robe.
It could be said that although his performance at the early Golden Core stage ranked only among the sect's top ten—
In truth, he had never fully revealed all his strength. He still had numerous trump cards in hand that he had yet to display or use.
Drawing a deep breath, Zhou Ming recalled the falling fire-feathers and descended himself.
It had not been just a day or two since the Zhou Family began drawing envious eyes. Though he did not know who had hidden this card before him, nor who was targeting the Zhou Family—
This matter had to be strangled where it began, never allowed to sprout.
This man was strong?
Perfect!
Because once