âYouâre not the Eighth Sword Deity, and you donât have the ability of Bazhunâan! You may be able to fool the others, but a demi-saint isnât as simple as you think, â Ye Xiaotian interrupted.
Ye Xiaotian turned around with a grim expression. âSince youâre not Bazhunâan, you probably havenât seen many demi-saints in your life. After all, if you ever need to deal with demi-saints, your teacher wonât let you take action.â
Xiao Kongtong wanted to say something but stopped. What he said was right.
âIâm not the sameâŠâ
Ye Xiaotian mumbled to himself with fear in his eyes, âThe demi-saint in my memory could crush both of us with just a finger!â
Xiao Kongtong gritted his teeth again, but he couldnât say anything to refute him.
âI have to try.â
The task given to him by his teacher was to protect Xu Xiaoshou, so he couldnât turn a blind eye to the situation.
âWe should try, but we can not be as stubborn as you. We have to make some plans.â
Ye Xiaotian paused for a moment and lowered his body, taking the initiative to lower half of his head to the person in front of him. He then spread out his hands and said in a carefree manner,
âLet me make this clear first. I canât fight against Huang Quan and I canât even take a single blow from a demi-saint, soâŠâ
âYou, how high are you?â
âMe?â Xiao Kongtong was slightly startled, then he took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, âAs high as the sky!â
âOh? Youâre that tall?â Ye Xiaotian did not believe it. The strongest person below demi-saint was Bazhunâan. Who would dare to take on even half of Qingju?
Xiao Kongtong was strong, but compared to the truly famous seniors of the five regions, he could only be considered a powerful figure, if not unknown.
Where did he get the confidence to be as high as the heavens and only lower than Bazhunâan?
âItâs this high!â The smiling darling was resolute and decisive.
âHow long can such height last under the hands of a demi-saint?â Ye Xiaotian raised his brows.