"So that's why his points are rising so quickly."
Hua Yao understood Chen Changqing.
From the Qiankun Secret Realm to the Hundred Dynasties War, from the Grand Tournament of Holy Sons to transcending heavenly tribulation, she had watched this man come all the way through without ever truly falling into a slump.
The more dangerous the situation, the more he thrived in it like a fish in water.
Xuanyuan Xiaoyu froze for a moment. On thinking it over carefully, she realized it was indeed true. Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
"But... I'm still so worried..."
Hua Yao took her hand and comforted her softly. "Everything will be fine once he returns. He promised us that he would definitely come back."
Meanwhile, entirely different emotions were playing out aboard the warships of the various major factions.
On the Daoist Sect's Purple Aura Eastward Vessel, the leading young man stared at the light screen, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
"His points have broken a hundred... Our sect's highest-scoring disciple only has twelve points right now," the burly man beside him said in a low voice.
The young man did not answer. He merely spat out two cold words. "Wait."
On the Yin Yue Holy Dynasty's warship, the Gray-robed Elder watched the light screen and suddenly laughed.
"Good. Good! The more he kills, the better."
The young man beside him was puzzled. "Supreme Elder, Chen Changqing is cutting through everything in his path. Isn't that bad for us?"
The Gray-robed Elder shook his head. "Idiot. The more he kills, the greater his expenditure. Over three days, how long can he keep it up? There will always come a moment when his strength runs dry."
"Besides—the more he kills, the more enemies he makes."
"Once he grows weary of killing, those factions