"As long as Spirit reaches 30..."
A terrifying gleam instantly erupted from Ronan's eyes.
All this time, the Spirit attribute had been the hardest to improve. There had not even been any conventional training method for it.
He had never expected that only through prolonged deathmatches, repeatedly teetering on the edge of life and death, could he shake open this gate leading to kingship!
"Boom—!!"
As the tenfold multiplier activated, Ronan felt as if a volcano had been ignited within his body.
It was no longer a warm current, but scalding lava!
His blood became as heavy as lead and mercury, making a rushing sound as it surged through his blood vessels.
Every beat of his heart was like the pounding of war drums, pumping endless power through his limbs and bones.
The Zhangba Iron Spear in his hand now felt as light as a feather.
"Since that's the case..."
Ronan took a deep breath, his chest swelling high before he let out a long howl. His cry was like a dragon's roar and tiger's howl, actually drowning out the dragons' roars filling the sky!
"Then I'll use you to consecrate the flag!!"
The rock beneath Ronan's feet instantly shattered. His entire body transformed into a bolt of black lightning, ignoring all attacks around him as he charged fiercely at the largest Thousand-Year Dragon King with an unstoppable, desperate aura!
"Xing Yi great spear: Turning Three Talents Stance!!"
Ronan rushed to the Dragon King's side, gripping the butt of the spear with his right hand as his body suddenly sank. The great dragon of his spine drew taut like a bowstring.
Then he turned ninety degrees to the left, combining the force of his waist, hips, and arm.
Borrowing the centrifugal force of the rotation, he treated the hundred-pound iron