"Ants?"
The young man and woman were both stunned by his words. They looked at the screen, where a mere flick of a hand had sent a Hidden Force expert flying, nearly demolishing half of the Jiuchong Pavilion's first floor. And this Half-step Grandmaster was nothing more than an ant in Wu Cheng's eyes?
Instinctively, they turned their gazes toward Jingfeng, who was standing at the door on standby.
Wu Cheng's confidence, without any doubt, came from him: an eighteen-year-old Grandmaster of Transcendence. Such a phenomenon was unheard of, utterly inconceivable!
In the secular martial arts world, Grandmasters of Transcendence were exceedingly rare. Even if one occasionally encountered someone who had reached the Transcendence Realm, they were mostly elderly individuals in their sixties or seventies.
If one could cultivate to the Transcendence Realm and become a Grandmaster around the age of fifty, they would certainly be considered a prodigious talent.
