"It seems that the status of an outstanding disciple is even more important than I had imagined, to have driven Zhao Gangyi to such madness.
Fortunately, I had always been hiding my strength; otherwise, this would have been truly dangerous."
Thinking of Zhang Jian and Wang Bo's prowess, if Bai Ziyue were truly just at the External Forged Flesh level, he would have had no chance of survival and would surely have died.
"Though it was perilous this time, the rewards were quite substantial."
Bai Ziyue looked at some of the items he had confiscated from them.
Blades and swords, because they were worn close to their bodies, although relatively valuable, were burned with his spirit fire technique to avoid any unnecessary trouble. Now, they had turned into molten metal, poured onto the ground.
