Regarding the detailed information and appearances of the Twelve Coiled Dragons, any talented martial practitioner at the high-tier Martial General Realm has basically made a point to collect such data, lest they fail to recognize these legendary figures.
Among the Twelve Coiled Dragons, only two are Peerless.
The seventh Coiled Dragon is Peerless Jiang Fengxuan of Sacred Spring Sect, a peak Martial General. The ninth Coiled Dragon is Peerless Andrew Han, the foremost martial arts student from Jiangnan Academy.
This was information they had long known.
At this moment, the six high-tier Martial Generals exchanged glances and quietly watched Andrew Han in his black attire, a hint of doubt flickering in their eyes.
"Strange."
"Judging by the restrained aura on him, he's merely at the mid-tier Martial General Realm. How could he be ranked ninth among the Coiled Dragons?"
It's important to note.
All Twelve Coiled Dragons have touched the power level of the Martial Lord Realm... except for the Peerless ones, the others are either genuine Martial Lords or about to break through as half-step Martial Lords.
Referencing the martial world's Peerless designation.
A high-tier Peerless Martial General can crush half-step Martial Lords.
His words, neither reserved nor overbearing, blended into the cool air, carried by the gentle early spring breeze, and reached the female Martial General’s ear—leaving her momentarily dazed, as if she had become a lifelike sculpture.
Her lightly made-up face froze, her gaze revealing shock and awe. "This... is sound transmission over distance?"
In that instant, her lightly made-up face froze, her eyes revealing shock and awe. "This... is sound transmission over distance?"
Only those in the Martial Lord Realm, or a very rare few Martial Generals with absolute mastery over Internal Power, could perform true sound transmission.
Sound transmission over distance is a subtle proof of martial prowess—a sign of Internal Power mastery.
This was absolutely not some crude method of shouting across the air, but rather the creation of a unique sound wave, deliberately bypassing the hearing of others.
This was absolutely not some crude method of shouting across the air, but rather the creation of a unique sound wave, deliberately bypassing the hearing of others.
Suddenly, someone nearby sighed, "Even among the three Peerless youths of this era, there are differences in strength and status. Whether in fame, background, or martial realm, Jason Jiang is foremost, Andrew Han comes second, and Leo Liu is the least among the Peerless."
Nearby, someone remarked, "Even among the three Peerless youths of this era, there are differences in strength and status. Whether in fame, background, or martial realm, Jason Jiang is foremost, Andrew Han comes second, and Leo Liu is the least among the Peerless."
In truth, the information they gathered wasn’t very detailed.
For example, the feat of stalling a Sect-class Demon was somewhat known, but the humiliation of Red Lake Mist Sect at its mountain gate—defeating all its core disciples—was almost entirely absent from their data. Few knew of it.
A short while passed.
The female Martial General smiled lightly. “Although I still feel this Ninth Coiled Dragon doesn’t quite live up to his reputation, he’s certainly good-looking—quite dignified in appearance.”
The other five continued to observe their surroundings, treating the woman’s remark as light teasing.
Yet—
Andrew Han, standing forty meters away, naturally turned his head. His gaze, clear as a spring yet carrying a hidden weight like a pillar anchoring the sea, pierced the forty meters of air and landed deep in the female Martial General’s heart.
He smiled faintly and nodded in greeting.
Even though Andrew Han always took humility as his motto, hearing a stranger praise his looks felt like gulping down iced, sugared, chili-spiced soda on a scorching day—an indescribable delight.
“Hey.”
“Your sense of aesthetics is actually pretty good.” Andrew Han replied in an almost bashful tone.
His words, neither reserved nor overbearing, blended into the cool air, carried by the gentle early-spring breeze, and reached the female Martial General’s ear—leaving her momentarily dazed, as if she’d become a lifelike sculpture.
In that instant, her lightly made-up face froze, her eyes revealing shock and awe. "Was that... sound transmission across empty space?"
Only those in the Martial Lord Realm, or a rare few Martial Generals with extreme mastery over Internal Power, could perform true sound transmission.
Sound transmission over distance is a subtle proof of martial prowess—a sign of Internal Power mastery.
This was absolutely not some crude method of shouting across the air, but rather the creation of a unique sound wave, deliberately bypassing the hearing of others.
A brief silence followed.
Someone nearby remarked, “Even among the three Peerless youths of this era, there are differences in strength and status. In terms of reputation, background, and martial realm, Jason Jiang is first, Andrew Han second, and Leo Liu is the least prominent.”
"Regardless of fame, background, or martial realm, Jason Jiang leads, Andrew Han follows, and Leo Liu is last among the Peerless."