Li Pin was gone. He had leaped off the cliff right in front of Fu Qingtian.0

Wang Liancheng watched this scene unfold with his own eyes. Li Pin resembled a great roc soaring into the sky, gliding effortlessly for hundreds of meters in a single bound, as though he was riding the wind, drifting away with a carefree grace.0

That elegance… that freedom… words failed to describe them.0

Even Wang Liancheng, who was highly regarded and nurtured by Fu Qingtian and was only a step away from becoming an Astral Cultivator, felt a stir in his heart.0

The other Extreme Martial Saints standing behind him were left in even more awe.0

However, with Fu Qingtian's presence still looming, none of them dared to move, despite their admiration and longing.0

Li Pin and Fu Qingtian's earlier conversation kept echoing in their minds….0

Three to five years!?0

A Martial God… in three to five years?! Could someone really grow strong enough to rival Top-Tier Astral Cultivators in only three to five years?2

Does the Martial God path have the prospects to reach the heights of Legends in the future?0

No one knew the answer except for Li P...0