A thousand of me can’t even compare to a fraction of her? Yang Ye laughed coldly when he heard this. This old Daoist is really frank huh! Is it so great to be from a Ninth Rank Sect? Indeed, it’s great, but so what? Aren’t I, Yang Ye, still alive and well without a sect?

Yang Ye couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the old Daoist. In any case, he didn’t want to join the Clear River Sect!

“Senior, you’re mistaken!” Meanwhile, An Nanjing said, “Even though he merely possesses 7th level Sword Intent, he has a Sword Dao of his own. So, if it’s amongst all the sword cultivators of the younger generation, none can compare to him!”

“She’s right!” Qian Huan said as well, “Feng Xiu, this kid killed a genius of the Mo Clan who possessed 8th level Sword Intent, and he even obtained the acknowledgment of the ancient sheathe to become the next Sword Emperor. Even though he’s inferior to her, there’s probably less than a handful amongst the younger generation of the entire continent who can defeat him!...