Hou Sixian froze.
"My strength is barely enough to protect myself?"
"Maybe it's easy to handle seventh-tier figures, but facing eighth-tier might be a bit strenuous."
"It's rumored that the Hong family's Family Head, Hong Weiqing, is ninth-tier in the Congealed Yuan realm, hard to deal with, given my capability?"
"I heard there's also an ancestor who has perfected the Congealed Yuan realm, renowned throughout Yanghua, dominating an era. Terrifying!"
Listen, are these words even humanly comprehensible?
A ninth-tier pinnacle in the Congealed Yuan realm is merely a puppet in your hands. Even the dominating Hong family ancestor probably wouldn't withstand two moves from you.
Hard to deal with?
Is this something to be told to others? Is there any law or principle of heaven left?
Hou Sixian wanted to curse but, thinking about the great fear hidden in the seemingly frail body of the opponent, decided to let it go.
"Whatever he says, so be it."
