Eighth Level of Tribulation Transcendence Realm, Three Suns

Han Jue folded his sleeves and said casually, "You… lost."

Please don't develop any hatred points!

If it appears, you'll die!

Ji Xianshen stood still as if struck by lightning. He didn't wipe away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His expression fluctuated. It was obvious that he was extremely unsettled.

Ji Xianshen gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you a Mahayana cultivator?"

He had even killed a fiendish expert at the fourth level of the Mahayana Realm. How could he lose to this person?

Could this person be at the ninth level of the Mahayana Realm?

Han Jue hesitated for a moment and then nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Ji Xianshen felt slightly better, but he still couldn't accept it. He said with a pained expression, "How can I lose to a Mahayana Realm cultivator… How…"

Han Jue wanted to say, You're too arrogant!