150 The Secret Surge

Silence echoed through the wine house.

Every pair of eyes was fixated on the youth in white, consumed by shock and fear.

One round!

No, not even one round, it was a mere exhale that made He Ying nearly die of agony and the entire crowd gasping for air. How skilled is this man?

Foundational!

Only a foundational level cultivator could defeat He Ying in under one round with a light blow of his nose.

Good Heavens, how old is he?

He’s already at the foundational level?!

The crowd stared at Ling Xian in silence, shocked to the core.

There were only seven cultivators inside the walls of the Sunset City, the youngest being around 30 years old. Ling Xian, on the other hand, appeared 15, 16 years of age at most. For cultivators of the Sunset City, one who reached the ninth realm by this age would be considered a genius, a child protégé. No one inside the wall of this city had ever come close to Ling Xian.

Even in the entire Zhou Dynasty, Ling Xian would be considered a miracle child.