"A Martial Arts Lord?"
Jiang Xinghai lay in the back seat with his eyes narrowed. "Elder Xue, in your opinion, what level of strength does it take to earn the title 'Martial Arts Lord'?"
"A Venerable! Someone who has surpassed a Grandmaster," Xue Zhong quickly replied.
Jiang Xinghai gave a lazy wave. "A Venerable can be honored as a Martial Arts Lord? Heh heh heh... I'm going to take a nap. Just wake me when we get there."
"Er..."
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Xue Zhong was completely stunned.
'A Martial Arts Lord who's surpassed a Grandmaster, and Jiang Xinghai isn't the least bit afraid?'
He pulled his gaze away from Jiang Xinghai and glanced at Ma Long, who was driving.
Ma Long's face also showed a state of shock.
'He had thought Jiang Xinghai possessing the cultivation of a Grandmaster was terrifying enough.'
'But to face a Venerable and still be so dismissive... just how strong is he?'
