Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, as calm and breezy as ever. "A Mid-Stage Grandmaster," he said. "Though you may be considered a regional overlord, you are far from invincible in this world. At least, before me—Chen Feiyu—a mere Mid-Stage Grandmaster is slightly superior to an ant, yet still as insignificant as dust. You have nothing to boast about."
"Brash words!" Believing Chen Feiyu was merely putting on a show, Zuo Boxuan laughed with open contempt. "Once a martial artist enters the Grandmaster Realm, they cross the threshold into transcendence, setting themselves completely apart from the mediocre masses. Even if you, Chen Feiyu, have also stepped into the Grandmaster Realm, what gives you the gall to call a Mid-Stage Grandmaster as insignificant as dust? Believe me, if these words get out, you will become the laughingstock of the entire Huaxia martial arts world, despised by all!"
Uncle Dao slowly raised the Pure Yang treasured saber in his hand, pointing it straight at Chen Feiyu. Murderous intent blazed in his eyes as he spoke. "You have stepped into the Grandmaster Realm at such a young age. I admit your talent is extraordinary—truly the finest I have ever witnessed in my life. However, judging by the sword qi you just displayed, your strength is barely superior to an Early Grandmaster, and you are still far from the Mid-Stage Grandmaster Realm. You call me insignificant as dust, unaware that in my eyes, you are just as weak as an ant. With a single…
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