Sure enough, you can't not believe what top experts say, but you also can't believe all of it. After hearing those experts and their relatives talk about Sheng Jingxuan so many times, Yang Xiao had unconsciously fallen into a delusion, like maybe he could go up there and kick that guy himself.
But seeing him in person today, that delusion instantly vanished into smoke. Yang Xiao finally saw himself clearly—if he ever went up against this guy, without popping pills first he wouldn't even get the chance to run.
The moment the fight opened, it went straight into a fever pitch. Song Canghai drew his Precious Sword; the blade glowed dark blue, and as his sword moves slashed down, ripples of water splashed through midair. The scene was downright uncanny.
Sheng Jingxuan, on the other hand, had a giant brush appearing in his hand, as thick as a baby's forearm, and started painting at Sheng Yanlin across empty air.
