"Stepping into the Martial Saint Realm?" Marc Fraley's pupils suddenly constricted.
Although some had entered the Martial Saint Realm in this era, they were few and far between.
Even the so-called prodigies like Jackson Harris and Ignacio Burke had not stepped into the Martial Saint Realm.
Not a single one from the younger generation had!
Marc Fraley squinted his eyes, laughing coldly, "Obadiah Heptinstall, feeding people fantasies, that's also my forte. Why should I believe you without any proof?"
Hearing this, Obadiah Heptinstall couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Feeding fantasies? You think I'm like you?" Obadiah Heptinstall's eyes were full of derision.
"Do you know how formidable the Immortal Slaying Sect was back in the day? If it weren't for the changing times, you wouldn't even qualify to work with me."
Marc Fraley scoffed, "Yeah, your Immortal Slaying Sect is indeed mighty, so mighty that it was wiped out by a single person."
"You're courting death!"