Shi Hao looked ahead, Wu Bian stood with his arms crossed and a cold sneer on his face.
This was the Mortal Realm he knew.
Under the six-step combat power, could the Mortal Realm find an opponent to match him?
Anmin counted as one, Zhou He also counted as one, but in the Great Void Realm, were they opponents for the likes of Shi Lei and Yin Danqiu?
The rest of them were mere mediocrities, and Wu Bian could sweep them all.
Now, he was mighty and domineering, no longer bearing the humiliation of the past.
Victory can inflate one's ego, and Wu Bian was such a case. Each victory opened up every pore of his body, making him feel ecstatic, even contemplating staying in the Mortal Realm longer to enjoy more of this invincible thrill.
"Who else?" Wu Bian arrogantly stated, "Is there no one in the Mortal Realm who can fight?"
This stoked a lot of hatred, but what could be done when one's skills were inferior?
