Ling Chen's voice was exceptionally calm and steady, not fluctuating in the slightest. Even when faced with a powerful expert like the Ghost God Honorific, Ling Chen showed no fear.
"As expected of the Saintess's son! Look at his calmness and poise. He clearly isn't some pampered silk-pants, but rather someone who has fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. A mere Grandmaster Third Realm warrior, daring to speak to a Top Sky Apex Strong this way? The difference between them is ten levels!"
"Maybe he's just putting up a strong front? Does he think he's safe under the protection of the Black Swordsman?"
"That's impossible. Even with the Black Swordsman's protection, he couldn't possibly be this calm. After all, their realm levels are too vastly different."
"Indeed, the difference in level is too great. Even the spiritual pressure alone is more than an ordinary person could withstand."
