"You... You've truly condensed a Spirit Qi Sea?" one of the masked men stuttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.
It was common knowledge among the Bai Clan that Xiao Ming was destined to remain a mortal, forever barred from the path of cultivation.
His peers had mocked him relentlessly, branding him as useless, a disgrace to the clan's legacy. Yet here he stood, wielding spirit qi with a confidence that shattered their assumptions.
The trio of masked men—Yan Wuji, Yan Xinghe, and Yan Jiuyi—exchanged uneasy glances.
Their expressions turned grave as they recalled the tales of Xiao Ming's past feats. Even as a mortal, he had defeated two of the Yan brothers and left Yan Wuji severely injured.
Now, having reached the early stage of Spirit Condensation, Xiao Ming had forced a cultivator a full realm above him to retreat in a single exchange.
The implications were terrifying.