Encounters of the Weak

"Supreme Elder, you don't know this, but a Half-step True Martial Realm genius really can't be called outstanding. Among all these factions, there are quite a few geniuses under forty who have reached the True Martial Realm. Just now, we even saw two True Martial Realm third-level geniuses clash—that was truly intense!" Zhang Huai said with deep emotion, secretly glancing at Yang Chen as he snorted inwardly.

What he wanted to say was, Go on, Yang Chen, keep being smug. Now you know there are always greater people beyond people, greater heavens beyond heaven, don't you? You so-called genius are nothing but fart before a great sect.

Others had reached the True Martial Realm third level before turning forty. What about you, Yang Chen?

What he did not know was that Yang Chen had never been complacent, nor had Yang Chen paid him any attention at all.

Yang Chen's brows were tightly furrowed. He could clearly sense someone watching him.

At first, he had not paid attention, but the longer it went on, the more he sensed the hostility in that gaze. His eyes turned toward it, and he immediately spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. Wasn't it Fu Qingqing?

Yang Chen had always known that Fu Qingqing's background was far from simple. Now, it seemed that was indeed the case. She wore unusual clothing, and there were many martial artists beside her, all dressed exactly like her.

Moreover, these martial artists radiated exceptionally powerful auras. It was clear that not a single one of those around Fu Qingqing was someone to be trifled with.

At the very least, He Guang was not even standing beside Fu Qingqing this time.

"Senior Brother Yuan Yong, you must stand up for me this time. Do you see that person?" Fu Qingqing