"His combat power only flared up for a moment—he definitely used some kind of power-boosting secret art," Sun Tianhan said, narrowing his eyes. "That upper-grade Nirvana Peering-level sword must've been something Lu Tingyun left him."
"Human-demon hybrids are always stuck with low-grade aptitude. Even the ones who made it onto the frontlines for whatever reason aren't any better," he went on, a trace of disdain creeping in. "Sure, Lu Yi's got access to plenty of resources and secret arts through his mother, but that burst of strength? That's probably as far as he can go."
"Now that he's burned through his secret art and hit a weak point, four Nirvana Peering realm experts should be more than enough to finish the job." A flicker of envy passed through his gaze.
An upper-grade Nirvana Peering level weapon—wasted on a half-blood like him. What a waste of heavenly treasure.
