Zong Chaosheng smiled confidently.
Bowing, he said, "Then I’ll go!"
He walked towards the stele and just discovered there was a scale on it, indicating someone was inside.
"Jian Family Master, who is inside?"
Jian Lanjiang replied, "Jiang Fan."
"No worries, you enter different spaces, without interfering with each other."
Zong Chaosheng chuckled, "It’s him, huh?"
"I heard from Weishuang that he has the potential of the Taichang Eighteen Sons."
"Just as well, I will be his benchmark."
"Surpass me, and it would mean he possesses the grace of the Taichang Eighteen Sons."
"If not...he would have to go back and practice more."
With a playful tone, he approached the stele and was absorbed into it.
Jian Weishuang stomped her feet in anxiety, complaining, "Grandfather, how could you agree with him?"
"I won’t marry anyone!"
Jian Lanjiang laughed, "Relax."
"Grandfather knows what he’s doing."
"Chen Jing came quietly one time, and he only won five consecutive matches before being defeated and leaving."
"Do you think Zong Chaosheng can rival Chen Jing?"
Jian Weishuang was shocked upon hearing this.
"Chen Jing came here? Yet stopped at five consecutive wins?"
"Then I am relieved!"
She took a deep breath, with no trace of worry in her eyes.
Outsiders only know Chen Jing as a Four Apertures Nascent Soul, unremarkable.
But, a direct disciple of True Word Venerable, how could it be that simple?
If he stopped at five wins, Zong Chaosheng has even less hope.
Jian Lanjiang said, "Come back in half a day for a look."
"Perhaps, before half a day, they would be out."
Inside the space.
Jiang Fan was battling a shadow.
He was entirely pitch black, except for his crimson eyes, like the Slaughter Skill practiced to the deepest point.
Once he made a move, it was relentless to the death.
His realm had reached the Sixth-stage Nascent Soul, his tactics were endless.
In close combat, the bones within him could transform into blades, striking an unexpected, deadly blow to Jiang Fan.
In long-range battle, he could unleash slaughter energy that disturbed the Heart Spirit.
Besides that, there were various deadly and strange moves.
Even, he had soul defense techniques.
And his battle experience was exceedingly rich.
He almost fully reached the limit of Jiang Fan’s strength.
He had encountered many opponents of Sixth-stage Nascent Soul.
Xuanxing, Xuan Ye, Black Bone Master, all were cut down by his blade.
The first two were considerably tough, the latter much easier.
But this shadow before him, brought unprecedented pressure to Jiang Fan.
Every confrontation was perilous.
Without resorting to several killing devices, it was extremely difficult to win.
Yet this was precisely what Jiang Fan desired!
He had never faced such an evenly matched enemy, allowing him to battle to his heart’s content.
Various tactics could be executed without hesitation.
As the battle continued.
His many tactics became more skillful and perfected.
His battle experience had been tempered richer.