"For this kid, I chased that old dragon from the Myriad Demons Sea for over a month."
"Which of you has ever gone to such lengths?"
Xiang Kuang's contemptuous words, edged with provocation, made the other eight elders' faces darken slightly. Their gazes flickered toward the dragon head on the ground, but none of them said much.
He was the only person in Domain-Suppressing City who had cultivated the Sun Suppressing Prison Art to its highest level.
He had even relied on his own aptitude to forcibly break new ground and open up a whole new realm: an elder at the Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation.
In terms of combat strength alone, Xiang Kuang was even a match for the Grand Elder, who was already over fifteen thousand years old. His chances of embarking on that final path to the heavens were also far greater than theirs.
For that reason, ever since becoming an elder, Xiang Kuang-a cultivation fanatic-had never appeared at these Inner Sect Disciple recruitment events.
They had also grown accustomed to excluding him.
But now, they hadn't expected that Bai Yi's chance demonstration of his method of cultivating the Sun Suppressing Prison Art would draw this cultivation lunatic here as well.
"Hmph, the Flood Dragons of the Myriad Demons Sea are all descendants of the Dragon Lord. All you've done is give the City Lord another headache."
"What's more, whether it's Bai Yi's Saint Body or his monstrous aptitude in the Sword Dao, both far surpass his aptitude for Body Refinement. He can simply cultivate it as a secondary path and give it a little attention. How can you throw away the greater for the lesser?"
The Seventh Elder gave a cold snort and looked at Xiang Kuang. An elder who had never recruited a disciple-how much