"The Wind Realm!"
A tall, thin young man stared at Zhaang Ye and said slowly, "Zhaang Ye, no wonder you dared to challenge us. So you've already comprehended a Realm—and the Wind Realm, at that, known for its speed."
"The Wind Realm! No wonder!"
"So that's a Realm!"
"To comprehend the Wind Realm just after entering the True Dao, that's just..."
The few Inner Sect Disciples only just snapped back to their senses. They were well-traveled, battle-hardened masters. The moment they heard "Wind Realm," realization dawned on them, and they were filled with shock and horror.
Zhaang Ye neither confirmed nor denied it. His gaze was fixed on the five Inner Sect Disciples as he said in a deep voice, "Do you dare to fight me? If not, leave behind ten thousand Low-grade Essence Stones and be on your way."
A flash of anger appeared in the eyes of all five Inner Sect Disciples.
