"Black Dragon Blood? And far surpassing a Grand Duke of the same level?"
When Old Brad's voice, tinged with envy and deep meaning, emanated from the receiver, a hint of faint astonishment flickered in Chen Fei's eyes. He was all too aware of what a Grand Duke represented. Yet now, this Nemosin was said to be far stronger than a Grand Duke of his level—a fact that could no longer be described with simple words. The revelation was enough to make his head buzz.
A Grand Duke was equivalent to a Mid Innate Ancient Martial Artist in their circle. For everyone in that circle, the Innate Middle Stage was a level that resonated like thunder.
It was a truly legendary rank.
Whether in the hidden peak forces of the Lingnan Mountains, the wider expanse of the entire south, or even across the vast lands of Huaxia, Innate Middle Stage experts were undoubtedly top-tier. They were even qualified to serve as Pillars of the Sky in some ancient sects. But now, this man was even stronger than them.
