The Strongest Enemy

"Junior Liu, it looks like we have an arrogant newcomer. How about I take your place?" Besides the female youth stood a male youth of Level Six Peak.

He was ranked ninth of the prospective Holy Disciples, Zhang Mingyi. His appearance was normal, but he glanced at Junior Liu with a shred of passion.

"No need," Junior Liu shook her head to refuse and sighed, "Perhaps I'm not suited for the heavy competition of the Sanctuary. I'll probably get eliminated in the Storm Competition in a month's time."

Storm Competition? Zhang Mingyi's gaze turned stern, visibly anxious.

With a look of worry on her face, Junior Liu exchanged moves with Feng Hao.

Feng Hao's specialty was movement techniques and fist techniques, powerful yet flexible.

"Mountain Crumbling Fist!" Feng Hao let out a low howl, his figure appeared to be floating.