Chapter 1001: The Puppet of the Kuitian Clan

To grasp a secret art in the time it took an incense stick to burn. What kind of heaven-defying potential was that? The joke was, for the longest time, Qing Hou had believed he was the exceptional one. That his talent stood above the rest. Reality slapped him hard. The appearance of the Blood Sword Saint forced him to see things clearly. A bitter smile tugged at Qing Hou's lips, but something steadier took root in his chest. From that moment on, he swore he would chase the Blood Sword Saint's...