Their words made it clear to everyone that Leng Guhan had ultimately held a slight edge.
Leng Guhan was, after all, an expert in the Sword Dao. It was perfectly natural for him to use a sword.
As for the divine sword Zhanlu Sword, it was now in Leng Guhan's hands, so it could only be counted as part of his strength.
They had all witnessed Leng Guhan's strength over the years. In their hearts, they acknowledged him as the Number One among their peers.
Thus, although Baili Zhen had not appeared in the world for many years, they had long felt that he was unlikely to be Leng Guhan's match.
Still, the little strength Baili Zhen had just displayed had shocked them somewhat.
The four present felt that if they faced Baili Zhen themselves, they would probably have little chance of winning.
Who knows what opportunities Baili Zhen has encountered over the years? This was what all four were thinking.
Reaching such a level through his own efforts alone was clearly unlikely. They did not believe Baili Zhen could have come this far entirely on his own.
Baili Zhen was different from them. He was something of a lone wanderer, without a sect to rely on as they had. The resources at their disposal exceeded his by who knew how many times.
Baili Zhen was utterly shocked. Ever since the upheaval at Dragon Mountain, he had gained tremendous benefits from the Dragon Burial Ground.
In particular, the benefits he had gained during that brief period after Huo Lian pulled out Dragon Fang exceeded everything he had gained there over several centuries. His strength had also improved enormously.
He had thought that when he faced Leng Guhan again, he should have a good chance of dealing with him.
He had