"If you were to continue growing, after this battle, you would surely advance to the Innate Realm..." Ji Zimo moved his sword, pointing it slantingly at the ground, causing a stir among the crowd with his words. However, his next sentence was chilling: "It's just unfortunate that you won't live to see it."
The repeated evasions of attacks turned Ji Zimo's surprise into calm. It seemed he sensed Miss's limits, so his resolve to defeat Miss remained unchanged.
The Ancient Martial artists began to discern some clues; Miss had boundless potential, even able to temporarily withstand the power of Innate Realm masters. Given time, she would surely break through to the Innate Realm.
But to resist is always merely to resist, not to defeat. Without the chance to grow, the best talent is still strangled in its cradle. In the history of the Ancient Martial World, there were countless geniuses who shone like stars. Yet, among them, few successfully grew into the Innate Realm.
