Xu Yi had witnessed the power unleashed by a spatial restriction. He thought he could withstand a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm.
And he had withstood it—but the changes now taking place in his body were no small matter.
First, his little soul figure curled into a ball. Then his enormous spiritual root shrank into a tiny sapling. It no longer glowed; instead, it was translucent and crystalline, as if it might shatter at a touch.
Most astonishing of all, his profound palace had lit up once more, shining with golden radiance. The luminous and hidden apertures throughout his body glittered like stars as well.
His breath and blood flowed faster than before, surging onward without the slightest impediment.
But Xu Yi had no time to savor this exhilarating feeling. The ache and numbness coursing through his tendons and meridians had him writhing in agony.
"Brother Xu, I'll never forget you saving my life. Please accept a bow from me."
Zeng Qingfeng bowed solemnly to Xu Yi.
Xu Yi struggled to his feet and helped him up. "We weathered the same storm together, so of course we should help each other. There's no need to thank me."
Qin Kong laughed. "Exactly. But as the saying goes, only when the seas are raging does a hero show his true colors. Brother Xu's boldness would make even a hero lower his head."
At last, Qin Kong no longer regarded Xu Yi as some dispensable nobody. He was sure countless others here felt the same way he did.
In truth, this was exactly what Xu Yi had wanted.
His strength, as far as anyone could tell, was the most unimpressive of the lot. And he had killed Tong Xinwu with a single word earlier, so many would see him as