Jiang Wuyou's face changed drastically.
He had confidence in defeating a Fifth Grade, but…
It was obvious he wasn't facing an ordinary disciple, but Xu Guang, a genius inheriting Jiufeng Mountain's legacy.
"What of the Fifth Grade! Today, I will show you what true power really is!"
Jiang Wuyou's shock flashed by, confidence surged within him once more.
With Fifth Grade martial technique and the condensed gold attribute in his body, even if Xu Guang broke through, he was just at the tipping point of the Fifth Grade; his gold attribute might not be richer than Jiang Wuyou's.
He still had a chance.
Xu Guang remained expressionless as a low growl, like that of a dragon's hum, echoed from behind him.
It was General Wei.
Without Xu Guang, it seemed to have lost the power to navigate the Blood River's surface, but it didn't matter; it emerged from the river, surrounded by twisting fierce ghosts that dared not approach.
It was incessantly chewing on something.
Spirit crystals.
