"A bunch of bastards!" Ao Huang slowly descended, cursing under his breath.

Yu Bachi whispered, "Empty Sage Fang answered so quickly, maybe he got everything right."

"Do you think I don't know about your human Semi-Saints? If getting a perfect score on the Sacred Words was that easy, the Ten Nations wouldn't produce a Jia grade only once every few years. The key isn't whether the test is difficult, it's the speed. A thirty-page test, completed in half an hour, who can get all Jia? As long as it's not all Jia, they'll definitely find an excuse to attack Fang Yun!"

"However, with Empty Sage Fang's temperament, he shouldn't have agreed to their little tricks so easily. Either he's very confident, or he has a backup plan."