A Fourth-class Talent can now lord over them. This is strength! This is proof!
The Martial God gave a light wave of his hand, and the terrifying pressure instantly vanished. Only then could the Patriarchs scramble to their feet. Even those at the Core Formation Stage couldn't withstand such terrifying pressure. That is true strength.
Tuo Shengfeng and the others were in a sorry state, but they didn't dare utter a single word of complaint. In fact, they weren't too upset about kneeling to a peerless expert. Their statuses were worlds apart to begin with; it was tantamount to bowing before the Martial God himself.
"I am a Fourth-class Talent. I always have been. I won't deny that the rate of advancement is painstakingly slow, but that is no excuse for weakness. It might be slow, but that doesn't mean there's no hope. It just means you'll spend a little more time, and more importantly, you must carve out a path of your own."
