The Mysterious Movement Of Bai Tianwu

To someone as experienced as Sword Master Jun Wuxin, the attacking ability of Xiao Ming was beyond human comprehension.

The Xiantian Realm practitioner had effortlessly crushed a Mortal General—an act so inconceivable that, had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, the Sword Master would have sworn it was an illusion, unworthy of belief even if he were killed a hundred times over.

The scene had been so extraordinary that most people would have dismissed it as a mere fantasy.

It was a testament to Xiao Ming's terrifying strength, a power so great that it made Jun Wuxin's mind whirl.

If the Heavenly Moon Sect ever took Xiao Ming under their wing, coddling and nurturing his potential, he would become an investment far more valuable than gold—an asset worth safeguarding for the sect's future prosperity.

Jun Wuxin's eyes glinted with something strange, a shadow of calculation. Without a word, he moved silently, fading into the surroundings.