Battle Sword Sect

After seeing that the old man had truly left, only then did Qin Wentian finally heave a sigh of relief. In addition to having such a bizarre temperament, the old man had truly been too strong. Indeed, to think that reverse psychology had worked, and as for that arrogant speech he’d spouted at the end, half of it was because he wanted to anger the old man into leaving while the other half was based from his own self-confidence—he’d truly believed in what he’d said.

From the start of his cultivation up till now, he hadn’t met a single person whose astral souls were more outstanding than his own. On the same level, he’d never met an opponent that could fight on equal ground with him.

Qin Wentian didn’t dare to say that there would never be a monster just like him under the heavens. After all, the world was just too vast, and even with his cultivation base at the peak of the third level of Heavenly Dipper, he could still be considered a frog in a well.