I Want to Become Stronger!

I Want to Become Stronger!

The purple-curled man vanished from the battlefield.

No one knew what had happened at the heart of the storm. The others could only speculate.

An Lang, coughing blood; the vanished Immortal Treasure; and the many Heavenly Chosen with shock on their faces.

The White-robed Youth climbed up from the ground, looking somewhat disheveled as he stared toward where the purple-haired man had disappeared.

The purple-haired man had not dealt with him on the spot. Perhaps it was contempt, perhaps disdain, or perhaps he simply did not wish to reveal his cultivation too soon. In any case, he had never regarded the White-robed Youth as an enemy.

Yes, the White-robed Youth was not even worthy of being his enemy.

Turning around and leaving without a care.

That was the most fitting expression of it.

Whether the youth was eliminated from this competition or not did not matter. It merely meant letting the youth linger a while longer.

Since entering the competition, An Bulang had felt the crushing suppression of overwhelming power for the first time.

He had obtained the Primordial Fate Stone. In a sense, he was the one who had succeeded. Yet he felt that he had been the loser in this clash.

He had just experienced the most terrifying crisis since reaching Great Accomplishment of Astonishing Spirit Body.

When the purple-haired man had suddenly attacked him, he had truly felt a divine might that made even him tremble.

Even after unleashing all his power in defense, his defenses had still been breached.

It was the first time An Bulang had suffered such severe injuries. The vast and pure divine power that had exploded in his chest was like an endless sea of stars, boundless and immeasurable in depth.

He realized the gap between himself