"Chu Fengmian, your strength..."
Standing beside him, Han Yueli's face had already turned into a stupor.
She knew very well that Chu Fengmian's strength was now definitely above these five people, but she had not foreseen this.
It was as if characters like Young Master Yan Nan were easily suppressed by Chu Fengmian. Such strength was probably enough to contend with Zhi Lingtian.
And Chu Fengmian had arrived at the Wusheng Academy for a total of less than a month.
At that time, Chu Fengmian could at most be said to contend with some Divine Sea realm fighters, and any Imperial Wind realm martial artist could easily defeat Chu Fengmian.
Within a month, Chu Fengmian had actually grown to such a terrifying extent.
This level of power, what rank could it be? It's probably an almost invincible existence below the saints.
"The last one, only you are left."