"Grandfather, is he even human? He's more like a Killing God from the Nine Netherworlds!"
Witnessing the entire battle at Yuhua Mountain, Situ Xiaoyue stared at the blood-stained flowers, uttering a disbelief-filled cry of shock.
Situ Nan stroked his silver-white beard and said, "This young man's talent in Martial Arts is monstrous, the likes of which I've seen only once in my lifetime. Even War God Li Lingtian, the most dazzling in the military for the last fifty years, pales in comparison to him. It's just a pity..."
Hearing the turn in her grandfather's speech, Situ Xiaoyue's heart tightened, and she anxiously asked, "Grandfather, a pity for what?"
Situ Nan gazed into the distance, sighing, "When the tree stands out in the forest, the wind will destroy it!"
Situ Xiaoyue, being a clever person, immediately understood the hidden meaning in her grandfather's words.