"You broke through again? When—?!"
Yu Feng's face paled.
Her mind had been too tangled in failure to register it before—but now, reality hit like a guillotine.
Su Xiaobai's aura had changed.
Core Formation? Gone.
Nascent Soul.
This bastard—when the hell did he cross realms like a peasant scarfing down potatoes!?
Su Xiaobai sneered, exuding the kind of lazy confidence that begged for a knife to the throat. She couldn't kill him now. Not alone. And not with Zhu Qing standing beside him like a personal executioner.
Zhu Qing didn't share Su Xiaobai's smugness.
She brushed Yu Feng's wrist—just a touch.
A pulse of energy surged.
Her expression shifted.
"Such a talent…" she murmured. "A waste to kill."
She wasn't talking about Su Xiaobai.
Yu Feng's bone age was younger than his.
And yet—Intermediate Nascent Soul Realm.