Chen Lingxi spoke three words, his tone calm.
At that moment, spirit qi stirred faintly in his throat as he silently activated the Dragon Roar Technique.
The sound did not spread through the hall. Instead, it condensed into a single thread and landed precisely an inch from Wu Mohe's ear.
The scholar and Wang Chu in the hall heard not the slightest sound.
They only saw Chen Lingxi's lips move, with no idea what he had said.
Wu Mohe's gaze shifted slightly as he stared at Chen Lingxi.
Then a voice sounded in Chen Lingxi's mind.
It did not come from outside, but exploded directly within his skull.
Low and sonorous, its lingering echoes drifted on for a long time.
"Even if this is merely an incarnation formed from one of my techniques."
"The fact that you endured a strike of my incarnation's Soul-Consciousness Cold Needle proves that your cultivation is at least at the Qi Circulation Fifth Floor."
The words reverberated through Chen Lingxi's mind, making his thoughts tremble faintly.
His expression remained unchanged, but his heart surged like crashing tides.
Wu Mohe thinks I possess cultivation at the Qi Circulation Fifth Floor, or even higher?
Why would he make such a judgment?
As he wondered, Wu Mohe shifted his gaze away from Chen Lingxi and glanced once more at the bearded man lying on the ground.
That glance remained utterly calm.
Yet his voice rang out once more in Chen Lingxi's mind.
"There are too many mediocre fools in this world. It is not easy to find promising seeds for martial cultivation."
"To use medicinal pills to pile up a Silver Bone Perfection like this, and then have to nourish him with flesh and blood at every moment—calling him trash would not be unfair... but no matter what,