Li Xuangang

"Over the past few days, Great Liang has also gathered a great deal of information concerning the Star Origin Federation. We have learned that their martial arts system is highly unusual, cultivating a spiritual manifestation known as the 'Heart Image.'"

"In today's battle, Xu Wuyi had yet to truly reveal his Heart Image. It was clear he still had plenty in reserve."

Zhou Chen lowered his eyes.

Fifty percent of his strength, twenty-three years old, plenty in reserve, the Star Origin Federation's greatest genius of the past century...

He silently repeated those words to himself.

Was this the strength of a powerhouse from a higher civilization?

The tent fell silent once more.

Xiao Pojun finally spoke.

"State Preceptor." His voice was low. "Was that outsider truly so powerful?"

Li Xuangang looked at him.

"What Marshal Xiao wishes to ask is not about that outsider."

Xiao Pojun fell silent.

Li Xuangang continued, "What Marshal Xiao wishes to ask is this: if Great Liang and the Star Origin Federation went to war, who would win and who would lose?"

Xiao Pojun did not deny it.

Li Xuangang let out a soft sigh.

Leaning on his cane, he slowly rose to his feet.

Everyone in the tent turned their eyes toward him.

This eighty-seven-year-old man was bent at the back, his graying beard trembling faintly in the candlelight.

Once he had steadied himself, he spoke.

"Today, this old servant met a swordsmanship Grandmaster of the Star Origin Federation."

Everyone's expressions sharpened.

A swordsmanship Grandmaster.

For the State Preceptor to mention him so deliberately, and in such a tone...

"That man called himself Lin Jianyi," Li Xuangang said.

He paused.

"Before him, this old servant could not last even a single breath."

The tent went silent.

A deathly silence.

Xiao Pojun's expression changed.

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