"Kong Lan, don't get so worked up over small matters, what's so strange about 17 sword shadows?" Zhang Menglong said, "Think big, this world is vast, there are always people stronger than him."
"You're right, in this world truly there are people beyond people!"
Just as Zhang Menglong finished speaking, a rather unsettling voice sounded from the crowd. It was a young man, about 20 years old, dressed in white, carrying a heavy sword as tall as himself. At the True Martial Eighth Grade, his strength was among the top.
At 20 years old in the True Martial Eighth Grade, it wouldn't be excessive to call him a genius. Ordinary 20-year-olds, even those from royal families, would likely only be around True Martial Sixth Grade.
"That's the sixth prince of the Iron Sword Kingdom!"
"Damn, the entire Iron Sword Kingdom was established by the Cang Lan Sword Sect, why are they causing a stir? Couldn't they just join the sect directly, why compete for our spots?"
