The red deer seemed to have blood flowing on its skin. The two antlers were towering just like two mountains of black steel.

This was Potian’s mount, Crimson Deer, an ancient spirit beast with enough power to move a mountain. It had cultivated for nine hundred years, only eaten precious grass given by Potian so its cultivation speed far exceeded other spirit beasts.

Normal cultivators would be intimidated by its aura instantly but Feiyun stood there holding his sword to his chest, opposing the auras without yielding half a step.

More prodigies opened their eyes inside Supreme Beauty. They didn’t look at Feiyun but rather Potian. After all, only two or three men right now could compare to him in this generation.

“The demonic successor can definitely be among the top ten, but he should still be weaker than Potian.”

“Potian...