You Are Actually A Philosopher?

The longsword of the illusion was as quick as lightning, stabbing toward Ming Xian's forehead. However, at the instant before it pierced into his flesh, the sword stopped.

A bright-red drop of fresh blood flowed down his nose.

"Haha, as expected, I've guessed it correctly."

Ming Xian couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, he felt a strong sense of superiority. (As expected, I'm a genius. I passed all three rounds so quickly. That Sun Mo wants to dream about vying against me for that secret treasure of darkness? What a foolish fantasy! I can crush you with a single hand!)

Ming Xian mocked. However, he hurriedly shook his head and discarded this arrogant thought.

Ming Xian was a human as well. He would naturally be happy if he was stronger than others. However, he soon calmed down and maintained a humble heart.

No matter the opponent, there would always be things that he could learn from them.

"Very impressive!"