The Divine Inscription Gold Clan

"Jiang Ping An!"

Miao Xia swiftly conjured a new set of clothes and threw a punch. Her fist roared like a giant dragon, sending Jiang Ping An flying more than ten kilometers.

Jiang Ping An smashed through several mountains before he stopped. His battle soul and Yin Thunder defenses were useless; they shattered outright.

Of course, Miao Xia had not struck to kill.

Jiang Ping An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and reflected, Before absolute strength, even entering the Selfless State is useless. I still have so far to go. My path of cultivation has only just begun...

Hearing him mutter, Miao Xia's face twitched. "You bastard! You're still thinking about fighting, even now?"

Miao Xia shattered the void beneath her feet and charged at Jiang Ping An. She was going to smash that man's damn head in.

There were two reasons for her anger. His punch had destroyed her clothes, and after seeing her body, the man had barely paid it any attention. He was still thinking about his cultivation. Wasn't that an insult?

Faced with Miao Xia's fierce assault, Jiang Ping An was deeply moved. His senior sister was taking his improvement so seriously.

I can't let her kindness go to waste. I have to give this everything I've got.

Jiang Ping An entered the Selfless State again, letting his battle instincts guide him.

As time passed, he gradually gained control of that power.

In that state, his battle soul awakened, and his full potential in combat was drawn out.

His fighting strength rose by thirty percent.

The longer they fought, the more alarmed Miao Xia became. The man was improving too quickly, no slower than cultivators from the Immortal Realm.

As expected of someone with an eight-star immortal root.

Six days later, the