"Indeed, I believe he is a Saint," Ye Tianshi stated directly.
The declaration left Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming astonished. Even Zhou Weimou and the other soldiers were taken aback. They knew Ye Tianshi. Despite coming from a military lineage, he chose not to rely on his ancestors’ achievements, instead making his own way in the military step by step. Such a person would not lie and seldom joked.
Zhou Weimou and the other soldiers thought of the young man who had entered the New Holy Land. He was so mysterious, seemingly countless times more enigmatic than Huang Xuantian. The realization startled them.
Could it be that the young man is truly a Saint?
"A Saint?" Huang Xuantian snorted and shook his head, saying coldly, "Youngster, you have not seen a truly great individual. If you had, you wouldn’t think that young man amounts to anything."
Ye Tianshi shook his head and remained silent.
Zhou Weimou inwardly chuckled. Ye Tianshi? How could he not have seen great people? As a descendant of General Ye, he has naturally encountered many eminent individuals.
But Zhou Weimou didn’t voice this thought aloud, as it would have been tantamount to slapping Huang Xuantian in the face. In his mind, the bigger picture was what mattered most.
"Regarding why that young man could enter the New Holy Land, I’ve thought of a possibility," Huang Ming spoke up. "It’s not that the young man is incredibly powerful, but rather that he specializes in Formations. His actual strength is nothing special; he simply understands Formations better than we do. However, Formations are merely a supplementary discipline, not true, hard-hitting martial arts. If he wasn’t given time to set up his Formation, forget my Master—I could kill him with a single kick."
Having said this, Huang Ming threw a kick so fast that it seemed to leave no shadow.
The sight of it sent a chill down the soldiers’ spines. If they were to fight Huang Ming, they knew they would undoubtedly be hit.
It was the same for Ye Tianshi. He considered his own aptitude superior to Huang Ming’s, but alas, he had no connection whatsoever with the Jianghu sects or the Five Surnames and Seven Families. Therefore, knowing only military boxing, he was no match for Huang Ming.
And Ye Tianshi recognized the technique.
Shadowless Kick!
"Master, what do you think of my kick?" Huang Ming suddenly asked Huang Xuantian.
"Not bad," Huang Xuantian nodded in approval. "It’s almost as good as mine when I was your age. Ming’er, do you have something to say?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Ming’s spirits soared, and he said with a joyous laugh, "Master, I feel... I am ready to graduate."
Huang Xuantian nodded. "You may."
Huang Ming was overjoyed.
"This was my plan all along," Huang Xuantian continued, "as I have some personal matters to attend to these days. Coming to Yang City was just a detour, but I never expected a Sacred Land to appear here."
"Other matters?" Zhou Weimou thought of something and asked, "Could it be about the situation with Xiao Tianzan?"
"Exactly," Huang Xuantian openly acknowledged, his voice turning cold. "There are too many impoverished areas in our Dragon Country and countless children who cannot afford an education. We, the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, charge for our services, but do you think it’s for ourselves? Of course not. It’s for the whole of Dragon Country. No, our dream is one world, one dream. We hope for a world where no child has to suffer from poverty. Seven billion... We would assist Xiao Tianzan if Sword Saint Fusang comes to the southern provinces, but he isn’t even willing to part with seven billion. That is truly excessive."
Zhou Weimou frowned with worry. He certainly did not want Huang Xuantian to make trouble for Xiao Tianzan. While Xiao Tianzan held a high position, his authority had little hold over the Seven Saints of Dragon Country.

I must acquire this New Holy Land.
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