Lin Xiao Yi's Strength

The four thick bull horns drove forward with all their might, yet no matter how hard it pushed, it could not advance even an inch.

At that moment, Xiao Heng also felt immense pressure. Even with his strength, he could only match this thing evenly. But the more it was like this, the more his blood boiled.

The Golden Core within him spun rapidly, and the phantom of a golden dragon appeared once more. With a dragon's roar, an endless stream of power surged into Xiao Heng's fists, allowing him to face this terrifying giant head-on.

"What Dou Technique is that kid using? Can any of you tell?" An elder seated on the stone seats of the high platform frowned slightly and asked.

"It looks somewhat like a body-tempering Dou Technique, but it also doesn't..." As he spoke, the elder shook his own head, seeming to find the idea unreasonable himself.

As they puzzled over it, the fifth of the nine chief seats ahead of them—a woman who did not appear particularly old—said calmly, "Judging by that aura, it resembles that of a Magical Beast. But he shouldn't be of mixed blood. He must have received some gift from a Magical Beast, or something similar."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly understood, though they began speculating about what kind of Magical Beast it was. They looked again toward the woman who had answered their doubts, but she merely shook her head and said, "I can't tell either. But that Magical Beast's bloodline grade should not be low. Judging from the purity of the power erupting from him, it should at least be comparable to the Ancient Dragon Clan."

The others nodded slightly and did not ask further. Someone simply laughed and said, "That kid is quite lucky."

If Xiao Heng could have