Our Name Is...

Cao Yuan's eyes swept over the four pale-faced Oracle Envoys before him. Calmly, he placed his hand on the hilt of his straight blade.

His palm tightened, and the straight blade left its sheath!

Clang—!

As the blade was drawn, endless black Malevolent Qi Flames ignited within Cao Yuan's eyes, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye. The remaining malevolent qi transformed into a black royal robe that burned and flickered slowly behind him.

Violent, savage, yet incomparably domineering.

Amid the rain,

he gripped his blade in his right hand, draped in a royal robe of malevolent qi, his eyes crimson as blood!

The corner of his lips curled into a cold arc, as though he were suppressing a feral grin. Yet this so-called restraint brought no reassurance. Instead, it was all the more bone-chilling!

The instant they sensed this aura, everyone aboard the silver disc felt their hearts tremble.

The four Oracle Envoys were reminded of the nightmare from two years ago, when demonized Cao Yuan had ground them into the dirt. Although Cao Yuan's aura was far weaker now than it had been then, the psychological trauma remained profound.

Lin Qiye and the others trembled because they realized...

The pressure emanating from Cao Yuan was at the "Limitless" level.

He had actually reached Limitless?

Among them, only An Qingyu was not surprised.

He stared at Cao Yuan, who was walking calmly toward them with blade in hand and malevolent qi soaring into the heavens, then pushed up his glasses.

Two years ago, Cao Yuan's body had been shattered by divine punishment. The Black King inside him must have helped rebuild his body and revive him. The bottleneck in his cultivation should have shattered along with it. Then, over the following two years, Bone-Corroding Chains had