Chapter 166

At the same level, he is much stronger than the young talent Wan Longxiang of the Disha Sect and You Ming of the Great You Kingdom from last time.

Everyone saw it too.

This was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, dressed in white, spotless, the kind you could tell had mysophobia.

The youth stopped, and many people finally breathed a sigh of relief, all gasping for air.

"What kind of bumpkin, that kid, is he worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as the Holy Land?"

"In my opinion, he is just a country bumpkin. If I meet him one day, if he's still okay, I'll catch him back as a servant; if he's poor, I'll just slap him to death."

The youth was arrogant, and his speech was exceptionally haughty and impolite.

Many people frowned; no one liked this stinky fart.

They were originally drinking and bragging, how cozy it was.

This damn thing ruined the mood too much.

The key is that he just showed off, and it could be considered a direct mental attack on everyone.

"Who are you?"

"You're not very old but you're so arrogant; how were you taught at home? Aren't you afraid of going down the wrong path?"

Although people guessed that the youth's identity was unusual, there were unusual people here too, and someone spoke up to mock him.

"Why, am I not right?" The youth glanced sideways and said in a bland, impolite way.

"Only trash are afraid of even country bumpkins and dogs."

"Young man, don't speak so aggressively; many geniuses die young," someone snorted.

"Hmph." The youth snorted, and a cold momentum impacted them; many who wanted to agree directly vomited blood.

However, the person who spoke didn't, he also had strength.

"Trash die young, they don't even have the qualification to be known," the youth sneered.

"Trash can't even be called dying young; they are afraid of bumpkins and will die at any time."

"Just like the mud all over the floor."

Jiang Nan was very disgusted; damn it, kid, no matter who you are, you're dead.

I'm in a good mood, leisurely drinking wine.

You damn thing, beeping away.

This is a big Holy Land city, you can't just make a move.

And there are two old servants outside, they are with the youth, and these two old guys are very strong.

Let's find an opportunity later.

He looks quite rich too.

Not to mention Jiang Nan, the whole restaurant was very dissatisfied.

This kid is too annoying.

But he is also truly strong.

And his background must not be small, and the two old servants outside are even more unfathomable.

"Jiang Nan crossed the Heavenly Tribulation in the Four Extremes, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation was so great that it destroyed the Disha Sect."

"Those who have a Heavenly Tribulation in the Four Extremes are themselves existences envied by Heaven; maybe he is some legendary battle body," someone said.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

The white-clothed youth sneered: "Whether it's a waste body or a battle body, even if it's a Saint body, Ancient Emperor body, or Supreme body, they are all meant to be suppressed."

"Young man, you're talking bigger and bigger; some battle bodies are called the strongest in history, invincible at the same level, what do you rely on to suppress them?"

"A frog in a well, how can you know the vastness of the sea and sky?" The white-clothed youth said arrogantly, "Any existence can be killed at the same level."

"Talking too much with you trash is like playing the lute to a cow."

"Damn..." someone was angry, this guy was too irritating.

"What is your background, do you really think you can fight the world and be invincible?"

"When I go out, I always rely on myself, no need to report my family background to suppress you."

"If you are not convinced, you can try to make a move," the white-clothed youth sneered.

"What is your realm, sir?"

"Four Extremes Perfection," the white-clothed youth said blandly.

The people below also gasped.

Damn it, he is Four Extremes Perfection at this age.

Many of them are still far from it, and they are much older.

"Four Extremes Perfection? It seems you are not a Holy Son of a Holy Land," someone said.

"The realm of a Holy Land Holy Son starts at Dragon Transformation," that person said.

The Desolate Ancient Era has many resources, and many realms are high.

Holy Sons start at this realm, and some have even killed Half-Step Great Experts.

Not by taking shortcuts like Jiang Nan, but by killing across levels with pure strength.

A Great Expert, even if it's just a Half-Step, is a completely different concept.

This is a chasm.

Theoretically, those in the Dragon Transformation realm cannot kill across levels, even Dragon Transformation Perfection cannot.

And Holy Sons are usually at the early-to-mid Dragon Transformation level.

Because they are too high, they are not in this position, mingling with a group of young people, and go to pursue higher goals.

The ultimate goal of cultivation is to suppress the geniuses of all races, fight on the Heavenly Road, and compete for that unique invincible Great Emperor.

A Holy Son is just a transition.

"I can suppress at the same level, and I have no fear of crossing levels," the white-clothed youth said blandly.

"I want to ask, has Jiang Nan offended you?" Jiang Nan smiled.

"No," the white-clothed youth said, "I'm just unhappy that someone mentioned him in the same breath as us."

This statement is equivalent to admitting that he also comes from a Holy Land.

"Those who are unhappy, either kneel or be erased, it's very simple," the white-clothed youth said.

"A hero comes from a young age, I admire you," Jiang Nan laughed.

"Admiration is useless, I will clear the field in a moment; trash and bumpkins are not qualified to eat in the same place as me."

"Those who are not confident, get lost quickly."

"If anyone has news of Jiang Nan, you can tell me."

"Tell you? Tell those holy lands, there is a 100,000 catty Source bounty," someone said.

And with your temper, it's good enough that I didn't draw you.

It's just that I can't beat you.

"I'll offer 200,000 catties," the white-clothed youth was rich and arrogant.

"Do you have it?" Jiang Nan smiled.

The white-clothed youth glanced at him, raised his hand and waved, and suddenly a pile of Source like a mountain appeared in the void outside, then he took it back.

This made countless people's eyes shine.

I really want to rob him.

But I can only think about it; they can't beat this youth, and there are old servants outside.

Although I don't want to admit it, this youth is definitely the kind who can cross levels.

Dragon Transformation combat power, this is an expert wherever it is placed.

Ordinary cultivators are not as good.

Not to mention the backing behind him.

"This youth must be a direct disciple or descendant of some old monster in the Holy Land," someone said.

"Hehe..." An extremely charming voice passed through, and for a moment, countless people felt numb in their hearts, as if their bones were numb, wanting to stand unsteadily, and their eyes were obsessed.

This is not a joke; they are all cultivators, how can they stand unsteadily?

If there was an attack at this time, it would definitely be able to erase a large area.

Someone reacted and was already in a cold sweat.

How dangerous, they actually lost their minds for a moment.

For a cultivator, this is definitely a big taboo.