"Indeed, without Daoist Fellow Xia today, we definitely couldn't have entered the Xuantian Sect."
After confirming Xia Liu's identity, Wang Liang's respect for Xia Liu reached unprecedented heights.
At the first meeting, he doubted this young man who was mythologized by Liu Hong.
Now he had to concede, although Xia Liu is young, his capabilities are something even he had to look up to.
At least the Xuantian Great Formation, no one in the world has been able to break it.
But Xia Liu did.
When breaking the formation, the aura he exhibited was no more than the eleventh level of Qi Cultivation.
If an eleventh level Qi Cultivator can break the formation, cultivators above the eleventh level might as well have lived those years in vain.
"Daoist Fellow Qingjue, that day if not for the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Spirit Array, with your skills, even Ye Tiande and Ghost Su combined wouldn't have been your match."
Liu Hong sincerely admired Sage Qingjue.
