"Brother Liu, your valor truly is extraordinary. You have my utmost admiration!"
Murong Qingyun's eyes widened as he spoke, filled with astonishment.
Seeing Murong Qingyun's reaction, Liu Changxu merely wore a faint smile and said nothing.
"Brother, what exactly happened?"
Standing beside them, Zhang Liansong could no longer restrain his curiosity and asked eagerly.
"It's a long story. That day, I was piloting a Flying Boat to the Great Wei Immortal Dynasty with my family when a Black Demon Race Skyship suddenly ambushed us.
"I had no choice but to fight. After a bitter struggle, I brought every means at my disposal to bear and finally killed the Black Demon Race Tribulation Transcendence Realm expert commanding the Skyship!"
Liu Changxu paused briefly, as though he could still feel the lingering echoes of that battle.
"But shortly after the battle ended, two more Black Demon Race Tribulation Transcendence experts came charging over menacingly.
"I had no choice but to fight them to the death as well. In the end, I managed to kill them both."
Liu Changxu recounted that perilous ordeal in a calm, unhurried voice, as though he were telling someone else's story.
"No wonder the Black Demon Race withdrew so abruptly. So that was the reason!"
Murong Qingyun froze for a moment, then quickly recovered from his profound shock.
Liu Changxu's many illustrious victories flashed through his mind. After considering them carefully, he became certain that this astonishing achievement was no empty boast.
Once they had accepted this astonishing feat, Murong Qingyun and Zhang Liansong looked at Liu Changxu again, and a measure of fear and unease involuntarily crept into the depths of their eyes.
At that moment, they realized with absolute clarity that, setting aside all external support and assistance and considering individual strength alone, few cultivation factions-including