Royal Capital.
Marquis Mansion.
After returning to his own estate, Jiang Ning went straight back to his courtyard.
At this moment, the sun was nearing its zenith. Scorching sunlight spilled across the earth, as if midsummer had arrived, the temperature frighteningly high.
After Jiang Ning returned to the courtyard, he directly hung the Token of the Ten Domains Patrol Envoy at his waist from the eave corner of the pavilion, letting it receive the illumination of the Great Sun.
Then he came beneath that verdant ancient pine. He did not first inspect the four chests of resources that had been lost and recovered, but instead first closed his eyes in spirit condensation, sensing the Blood Qi surging endlessly through his body.
And the Dao Fetus in his Spiritual Platform, hovering quietly, with Yin Yang Profound Light flowing around it.
His battle with the Dragon Head of the Eighteen Dragon Heads, though it had merely been a probe of the fleshly body, had allowed him to truly feel what a genuine Martial Path First Grade was.
Even though this Dragon Head had not been in First Grade for long, he had still given him an enormous pressure.
That vast power, like mountains and seas overturning, far surpassed any expert he had come into contact with before.
This battle made him rein in much of the contempt he had held in his heart for the heroes under heaven.
That Dragon Head had not been in First Grade for long, yet already possessed such strength, such foundations. Then what of the other experts?
Though he knew that the Dragon Head's strength could not be measured by ordinary circumstances—after all, that Dragon Head bore fortuitous opportunities upon him.
But among the Martial Path First Grades who could emerge from countless living beings, which one