Meeting an Old Friend

As Li Xiaohan and Ye Juetian arrived, the atmosphere reached its peak.

High in the sky, two young prodigies faced each other, drawing the attention of countless spectators.

"Are you Ye Juetian? The one with the legendary Spatial Divine Body?"

Li Xiaohan looked at Ye Juetian across from him. His crimson hair danced in the wind, his eyes deep as abyssal seas, his bearing transcendently extraordinary.

He could sense that the young man opposite him was no weaker than himself, so he remained cautious, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

"Li Xiaohan, I once heard that your talent surpasses that of your eldest and second senior brothers. I wonder what special physique you possess?"

Ye Juetian looked at Li Xiaohan, his eyes shining brightly.

He was a handsome youth, perhaps one percent as handsome as Ye Dadao. Silver light gleamed all over his body, giving him an extraordinary bearing.

Many female cultivators in the crowd gazed at him with burning eyes, their eyes filled with little stars.

"A physique cannot represent strength. It is said that back then, Xiao Yun, the Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land, before forging his Chaos Body, used his ordinary mortal body to suppress many Supreme Bodies by force, even defeating Li Chengdi of our Primordial Sacred Land, who possessed the Space-Time Body. This shows that the strength of a special physique does not represent the strength of one's power."

Li Xiaohan said blandly, one hand behind his back and the other holding a blood-red spear.

Some of the older powerhouses present could not help nodding upon hearing his words. Such a peerless genius had not the slightest arrogance in his heart—his future was simply boundless.

By contrast, some ordinary geniuses in the cultivation world, upon gaining even a minor special physique, strutted about in