Seventh floor of the Seven Hells Tower.
The gray-robed Realm Lord, Wujie, Sacred Heart's master, the grizzled old man with the dark face, and the red-haired man all stared at Xiao Yun within the virtual world with shocked expressions.
Given their realms, they could naturally see Xiao Yun in the virtual world with perfect clarity.
But it was precisely because they saw him so clearly that they were even more shaken.
"I can sense that your mind power is only comparable to the nineteenth level of the Heart Canon; you have yet to reach the twentieth level. Yet you have already condensed a virtual world ahead of time. How is that possible?" Wujie asked in astonishment.
Xiao Yun no longer kept up the pretense and revealed himself.
Looking at Wujie and the gray-robed Realm Lord, Xiao Yun flashed a set of white teeth and said with a smile, "I forgot to tell you: whether in the Primordial World or in the world I come from, I have always been the greatest genius. I have cultivated for less than a thousand years."
Good heavens—if Zhao Studhorse had been here, he would definitely have said... When it comes to showing off, I acknowledge you as the strongest.
"Less than a thousand years?" The grizzled old man with the dark face glared at Xiao Yun and snorted. "Do you take us for fools?"
"Judging by his bone age, he is indeed less than a thousand years old. But he must have used Time Acceleration. His true cultivation time has definitely exceeded a thousand years." The gray-robed Realm Lord stared at Xiao Yun, his expression turning far more solemn. He no longer regarded Xiao Yun as an ant.
After all, having condensed a virtual world meant that it was only a matter of time