Chapter 842 Zhang Jing's guess

''How is this possible? How did those bastards get this strong in just 2 years?'' The person ranked 3rd in the 'Martial Roll of Honor', Zhang Jing spoke in a voice that was filled with both denial and unwillingness as he gritted his teeth while he stared at Shun Long and the others who were walking behind him.

Unlike the other Dao Kings in the 'Demon-fanged city' who came from the countless powers throughout the central region, Zhang Jing and the rest of the outer court disciples of the Holy sect all knew, that back during the 'Martial Roll of Honor' tournament, Shun Long and the rest had just reached the late-stages of the Nascent Soul, and weren't even close to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

This was why none of them could accept this terrifying rate of growth of theirs that had already exceeded even Qiao Min's who was born with a unique physique that increased her cultivation speed.