Swept up by the excited roars of tens of thousands of martial artists around them, even Big Ear Nie Ting was instantly infected by the atmosphere. He excitedly swung his fists, as though he could roar out all the hot blood in his chest with every swing.
Yet within Ye Zhen, an unprecedented fighting spirit burned fiercely. His blood surged and churned like a great river alongside the cries of the surrounding martial artists.
In an instant, an unparalleled yearning flooded Ye Zhen's heart.
Battle!
He wanted to battle!
This was a battle of martial arts—a true battle of martial arts.
It had nothing to do with profit, nothing to do with the future. Amid these cries that soared into the heavens, it was only about martial arts.
At that thought, unprecedented clarity rose within Ye Zhen. His entire body felt incomparably light, and the exhaustion accumulated in his heart over the past few years suddenly vanished without a trace.
All the ever-shifting schemes and intrigues fell away from Ye Zhen in that moment. Only one conviction remained in his heart: battle, martial arts!
Extremely abruptly, Ye Zhen felt as though he had grown a little taller. Of course, that was merely an illusion.
The true change was that the Innate Soul within Ye Zhen's spiritual palace had suddenly grown several degrees more robust. The Four-colored Innate Soul Light within his spiritual palace surged rapidly, as if some transformation were brewing.
However, like raging waves crashing against the shore, though each wave rose higher than the last, they ultimately failed to wash ashore. It seemed to lack that final push.
Though these changes were subtle, they were crystal clear to Ye Zhen. His soul cultivation had remained at the ninth-level peak of the Four-colored Innate Soul Light for a long