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Peng, peng, peng! Ling Han was like a tiger that had entered a flock of sheep. In just a few moves, he had defeated those four Enlightenment Tier elites as if they were mere vegetables that he was slicing through.

What!

The two elders who were Mystery Realm Tiers were finally moved. Ling Han's battle prowess clearly hadn't reached the level of Mystery Realm Tier, yet his battle prowess far surpassed ordinary Enlightenment Tier. This was practically unimaginable.

This was definitely a prodigy of martial arts, and that was why he could crush his peers as easily as drinking water.

—As they saw it, Ling Han should also be an Enlightenment Tier elite. Otherwise, they really could not imagine that someone could surpass a major tier and still sweep aside all opposition and be invincible.

"Young man, who is your master?" A white-haired old man asked Ling Han.