Wang Xie's gaze was like a malicious crane's stare, seemingly capable of seeing through a person.
As the Saint Heir of the Casting Crane Lineage, his strength was undeniably formidable.
"Wang Xie is going to suffer," the other Saint Heirs and Saintesses from various lineages watched with interest.
Saintess Qing chuckled, "Wang Xie has always been arrogant, it's good for him to experience a setback."
Though they hadn't directly faced Xu Zimei, the strength he had just demonstrated already surpassed theirs.
A single slash forced the Pan Peach Tree to abandon its Pan Peaches.
At least, they couldn't achieve such a feat.
"That said, this guy probably isn't a disciple of our Yao Pond," someone remarked.
"Most likely not. With the Pan Peach Holy Meeting approaching, it seems to be getting more lively," another commented with a laugh.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, as Wang Xie's powerful aura erupted.
His eyes sparkled with lightning.
