The Victory

As the kneeling person heaved a sigh of relief, he revealed everything he knew about Xuan Yi.

"Twenty-five nodes of the spiritual energy of a half-step heavenly king? Could it be an emperor-level cultivation technique that countered Wen Zhuo's trump card?"

He sat on the chair and muttered to himself. Everything was real.

He didn't care about other information regarding Xuan Yi, such as the members of the Xuan family or the teachers of the Middle Saint Academy.

It was just that all of this did not seem to have developed naturally.

A strange power seemed to be interfering in the matter.

Moreover, one could see from Xuan Yi's monstrous growth path.

Along the way, the opponent had met many opponents who were many levels higher than him.

However, he was still beaten to the point of being unable to retaliate in front of Xuan Yi.

It could be said that he had exceeded his limits every single time.