Shrek Academy, rear mountain training grounds.
The sunlight was a little glaring, and the air was filled with stifling heat.
But that heat was nothing compared to the fire burning in Dai Mubai's heart.
He clenched his fists.
His knuckles cracked like popping beans.
Strength.
An unprecedented sense of strength filled every part of his body.
Level forty-nine.
Just one step away from crossing the threshold into Soul King.
In the past, he would never have dared dream of advancing this quickly.
That Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was practically a miracle.
Dai Mubai turned, his blazing gaze fixed on the figure standing beneath the shade of a tree.
Han Yuchen.
The guy was leaning against the trunk, holding a leaf between his fingers and idly blowing an out-of-tune tune.
He looked lazy and completely unguarded.
Like a scholar out on a picnic.
Now that all seven of them had consumed immortal herbs...
Could they finally see Han Yuchen's back?
Even if they could only force out all his strength.
Han Yuchen finally spat out the leaf in his mouth.
He brushed off dust that was not there and straightened up.
A familiar teasing smile curled across his lips—the kind that made people want to punch him on sight.
Oscar stroked his chin as well. "Yuchen, there are seven of us. And now that Rongrong has the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her boosts are pretty terrifying. Be careful!!!"
Tang San said nothing.
But the Purple Demon Eye in his eyes had already opened silently.
He was observing.
Observing the "presence" around Han Yuchen.
Yet he could see through nothing.
Han Yuchen was like a deep starry sky. The longer one looked, the smaller one felt.
"Enough nonsense."
As he spoke, Han Yuchen slowly strolled toward the center of the training