Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian, feeling the light from the dark thunder overhead. His face fell, and he said, "You are not at a high enough level."
Ye Futian looked back at him calmly, and let his internal will spread out. It swept out in an instant as light flowed all across him. His will did not have a single flaw, like a piece of beautiful, unblemished jade. It had reached perfection.
After returning from cultivating with the Divine Elements, he was now Unblemished.
Zijun and the other cultivators looked at him in shock. Their eyes narrowed. This guy had hidden his power and had pulled the wool over their eyes. They had not seen how powerful he was.
He was so young for an Unblemished Saint. He was clearly extremely talented. Moreover, he seemed to be a swordmaster, but he had also trained in thunder magic as well as the Great Path of Death.
He was well trained in many skills and understood many law powers.