As Xiao Ye took a single step forward, he was like a Divine, his words becoming Law. At once, a sky-filling gale howled through the arena, crowding the void, comparable to a peerless Divine Weapon. Even the void itself was cut apart, and a Perfect Mysterious aura surged into the sky, like a True Dragon emerging into the world, sweeping across the land, locking directly onto Wu Feng.
"Emperor Realm Level 6 Cultivation, and you've actually comprehended the Wind Profoundness to the Perfect Realm. Looks like you old bastard still have some ability."
"But you're far too confident. People like you are destined for a short life."
Wu Feng acted like an elder instructing a junior, his face full of disdain.
The Mystical Path—he had already mastered one of them, and comprehended it to Perfection. Such an achievement, placed among the younger generation of the True Spirit Continent, was one-in-ten-thousand.
