"The Flowing Light Seven Blades! You actually comprehended the Flowing Light Seven Blades! Good! Good! Good! Excellent! Hahaha! This is wonderful! Han Feng, you are the most outstanding genius I have ever seen!"
Zhao Tian's eyes were wide and his body trembled, flashing with excitement. His breathing grew ragged as he laughed, completely losing his composure.
In truth, the Flowing Light Saber Technique recorded on the Flowing Light Blade Stele had seven techniques, but the vast majority of geniuses could only comprehend six of them. Those who could grasp the Flowing Light Seven Blades were as rare as a phoenix's feather, and geniuses who could do it in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn could be counted on one hand.
For such a terrifying genius to emerge from the Bikong Mountain Lower Courtyard, sending him to the Bi Yao Demon Sect Headquarters would surely earn Zhao Tian a huge reward. He might even be directly promoted to an Inner Sect Disciple.
