C345 I'll Take It

Xuan Baimei's face was filled with shock. A Third Grade Combat King beating a Saint Stage? Was this a dream?

"En, Feng, you are twenty years old this year, a twenty year old Third Grade Divine Warrior. As expected of my son, he isn't any weaker than the geniuses of those big families." Ye Xiaomin's face was full of smiles, like a blooming chrysanthemum