Slaying Sun Tianbiao! The Chinese Condor Team!

Right from the start, Sun Tianbiao's left rib cage and chest had been injured by the Dragon Vein Sword. Given that his left shoulder had just been slashed by the Devil's Blade, fresh blood was gushing from his wounds and covered his entire body.

Even though he was an expert at the Xiantian Realm, Sun Tianbiao was unable to resist the effects of the huge loss of blood. His face had already turned pale, and he was sweating profusely.

With his face contorted with pain, Sun Tianbiao clamped his hand on his left shoulder and stared at Ling Yun. He asked incredulously, "Ling Yun, ten days ago, you weren't even able to defeat an expert at the peak of Houtian Realm Level Eight. How is it that you're able to slay a Xiantian Realm Level One expert so easily now?"

Ling Yun gave a dismissive laugh and replied casually, "Don't you know what being a genius means? It doesn't require any explanation."