Fourth rank of the Martial Path

After winning one hundred matches, Zhao Feng’s popularity had reached its peak.

“Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng…” The crowd cheered. Zhao Feng’s rise caused many youths to worship him.

He had finally become the top outer disciple. The crowd gave way where Zhao Feng passed. Even Zhao Kun lowered his head.

“When did you provoke such a genius?” Zhao Gan looked queerly at his brother.

_How would I know he would become so strong…_ Zhao Kun had the urge to cry.

As Zhao Feng slowly walked, his eyes scanned around.

At a certain point, he saw a girl clothed in white.

Zhao Xue bit her teeth and didn’t have the courage to look Zhao Feng in the eye. Zhao Feng shook his head. Ever since they had entered the Zhao sect they had walked different paths.

He didn’t feel anything, all he wanted to do was reach the ninth rank of the Martial Path, maybe even the Holy martial rank, and then travel throughout the continent.