Chu Qing, Can You Take It?

Stone Ridge Mountain:

Zheng Zhixiang looked at the many Third Limit experts and young prodigies before him, his brows tightly furrowed.

Because too few people had returned.

Only the experts from over twenty cities had come back.

The experts from the other thirty-odd cities had not returned.

It was obvious: that group of experts had been killed.

They had been wiped out.

"This fellow only knows how to slaughter the weak and bolster his own momentum."

"Otherwise, he would never have the nerve to face me head-on!"

Zheng Zhixiang was now brimming with confidence.

Because the thirty-odd sets of human skin he wore were truly terrifying.

Every piece of human skin had belonged, in life, to a top-tier prodigy.

Had they not fallen early due to bad luck, they would have long since become powerhouses of the new realm.

Yet in just a few short days, he had stepped into the Third Limit.

At most, in another ten days or half a month, he felt he would be able to enter the new realm.

"If I step into the new realm, killing Chu Qing will be as easy as turning over my hand!"

Zheng Zhixiang stared blankly into the starry sky.

Dozens of secret inheritances circulated within his body, constantly raising his strength.

With every breath, he grew stronger.

It was hundreds, even thousands of times easier than his former diligent cultivation.

The feeling was wonderful.

"In the Red Dust and the Human World Organization are both quite useful."

"Once I destroy Chu Qing and strip off his human skin, my cultivation progress should rise even faster!"

"And Chu Qing, being able to enter the new realm alongside me, can be considered the greatest fortune this mud-legged peasant will ever have in his life!"

Zheng Zhixiang laughed.

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