Tu Junfang exhaled a long breath and looked around at the devastation. Of the twelve Quanxing fighters who had entered the fray, only six were still capable of fighting. Every single one of them could be called a genius; any one of these six, if placed in an ordinary sect, would be treasured as the heir to the master's mantle, a disciple truly groomed to lead a school in the future.
With six such prized prodigies in Quanxing—and God knew how many more yet undiscovered—it was truly no wonder that Quanxing was hailed as the preeminent sect of the present day.
More than five hundred years ago, the Quanxing leader, the Black-Robed Strategist Yao Guangxiao, had candidly remarked that the Three Teachings wasted a millennium of vital energy, ultimately amounting to nothing more than a stagnant pond, their disciples no different from rotten fish and stinking shrimp.
Chapter 239