"Tu Shanhe was defeated?"
"That's impossible, isn't it? He's a powerhouse at the Union Palace Realm Ninth Stage!"
"Did you see that last sword strike? Jiang Chen's mastery of the Sword Dao is simply terrifying. How old is he? How can he possess such horrifying strength?"
"Now *that's* a true monstrous genius. Compared to him, the Lan Haichen of yesteryear was just trash you wouldn't even bother to pick up off the street!"
"Jiang Chen is a golden scale, a dragon in waiting. He had yet to meet a storm, but now that the winds and clouds have gathered, he is destined to transform and soar through the Nine Heavens. No one can stand in his way anymore. It's a pity we never had the chance to befriend him..."
On Martial Saint Mountain, everyone's thoughts grew incredibly complex as they watched the young man bathed in golden light.
From within the crowd, a dejected young man looked up at the youth standing in the air, his eyes filled with bewilderment and regret.
