"Yes, definitely an eight-star martial master."
Qian Bujun nodded solemnly.
"Oh my God, that guy is actually so powerful."
Fu Renjie swallowed hard, recalling how he used to provoke an eight-star martial master without much thought. It was truly suicidal.
"Are these two really the same age as us?"
Lin Canghai struggled to swallow as well, stunned by the battle before him.
"He's actually this strong."
Wu Xiaoyu's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Remembering how she stubbornly sought trouble with Tang Ming, only to be taught a lesson each time, she realized that Tang Ming had been holding back. Otherwise, with such strength, Hao Jian and she could have died a hundred times over.
"You need to get it straight; those two aren't the same age as us."
Long Ao sighed helplessly. "One is eighteen, the other is nineteen. Such eight-star martial masters are rare even within the hidden sects!"
The crowd's faces changed again upon thinking about Tang Ming and Wan Yong's ages.
