'What's even more terrifying is that he's only twenty years old!'
Liu Bai felt the pressure as well.
His gaze fell upon Fang Han. The smile on his elegant, otherworldly face had faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression.
He could clearly see Fang Han's swordsmanship.
It was sharp and condensed, having already reached the Great Success Realm.
Combined with that ghostly body technique and his absurdly powerful physical defense—
'Give him time, and this young man will become a formidable rival on the Celestial Pride List.'
"Looks like you'll all be feeling the pressure!"
Yue Lingtian stood with his hands behind his back.
His gaze also fell upon the two figures below, but his expression remained indifferent.
There was no solemnity, much less any pressure.
He just watched quietly, as if observing a play that had nothing to do with him.
Because in another three months, he would turn thirty and be removed from the Celestial Pride List.
