Seeing the overwhelming pressure bear down on him, Zhu Rou Rong still clasped his fists in salute, neither servile nor overbearing, his bearing truly extraordinary.
Jiang Yuan found himself admiring him more and more.
"Facing me, you can still remain so composed, and your fighting spirit is even stronger than before. You truly are a promising talent."
"Unfortunately, you willingly debased yourself by keeping company with the Devil Race. You must pay the price!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the phantoms behind him became somewhat complicated.
Even if they were unwilling to admit it, the talent Zhu Rou Rong had displayed was indeed terrifying. To receive Elder Jiang's exceptional praise time and again already placed him above countless prodigies throughout the ages.
Before this youth, several of them seemed rather dim by comparison.
And after their defeat, they had lost all face!
Unavoidably, jealousy flickered in some eyes. As they examined the weapon in Zhu Rou Rong's hand, they could not help but sneer in low voices.
"So what if his talent is formidable? His cultivation is still nothing special. If we had not come here with mere avatars, how could this fiend have remained arrogant until now?"
"Brother Lei speaks reasonably. He merely has a bit of talent and was lucky enough to defeat our avatars. Now that he faces Elder Jiang, he does not even possess a decent desolate artifact. He is destined to have no way out alive!"
"Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over righteousness. No matter how great his talent, once he falls into the evil path, death is his only road!"
One righteous declaration after another rang out, and only then did the phantoms steady their expressions.
None of this caused any change in Jiang Yuan's gaze.
His eyes held only