Beiming Potian’s appearance brought along a tense atmosphere.

His deer was as red as blood with a pair of antlers growing from the top of its head. They were two meters long and as hard as blood metal. It arrogantly glared at everyone with disdain.

This was a Crimson Horned Deer that had cultivated for eight hundred years. Its fighting ability was comparable to a third to fourth-level Heaven’s Mandate.

Potian sitting on the deer had an even more oppressive aura. His greatsword stole the breath out of people.

“I heard Potian was cultivating the sixth-level of the Northern Profound Art but he’s out now, even if he hasn’t finished with it, I’m sure his cultivation has improved.”

The prodigies who wanted to go against Feng Feiyun quickly backed off. Who were they joking? There were three historical geniuses here; each fierce in their own way, especially Potian. They couldn’t...