599 You Talk Too Highly of Yourself

The young man stood without shame on his face. His arms were crossed, his chin was slightly pointed upward. He was staring down against First Heaven cultivators without remorse. His confident smile could deter gods and devils alike.

"He.. he is at the eighth level..."

"Y-Yeah... look at the disparity!"

"He didn't even break a sweat..."

The crowd was stumped as they noticed the obvious strength that he possessed. He could handle the four kings' aura all at once.

"Even Rupert was having a hard time back then on the eighth step," uttered Cherie.

Wanda chuckled, "He is occupying the high ground here, such sly fellow. He is a dangerous man, both for the world and innocent women. If he decided to live on his evil ways, I can't even imagine."

Wanda smiled. "Thankfully he is still at his adolescence age, if he is a little bit mature, then it would be really hard to tame him."

Hilde furrowed her eyebrows, "He trapped them..."