"That's right!" Yang Dingtian said smugly.
"That pool of golden water was incredible. I feel like I've got a lot more stuff in my head."
"It sounded like it was called... the 'Fighting Saint Method'?"
"The Fighting Saint Method?" Yang Lingtian raised an eyebrow.
The name sounded domineering, so it seemed this blockhead's fortune was quite extraordinary.
"Now that you've broken through, don't sit around doing nothing."
Yang Lingtian pointed at the buildings below that had been shaken crooked.
"The commotion just now was too great and loosened the formations on the mountains behind us. Go repair them."
The smile on Yang Dingtian's face instantly froze.
"Big brother, I'm a Divine King now! And a divine beast at that. You want me to repair formations?"
"Unwilling?" Yang Lingtian looked at him calmly.
"Willing! More than willing!" Yang Dingtian immediately caved and scratched his head.
"I'll go right now. Right now."
Just then, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the distant horizon.
It was incredibly fast and exceptionally well hidden. If Yang Lingtian had not possessed the Chaos Divine Eye, he probably would have struggled to notice it.
The streak of light circled once around the outskirts of the Chaos Sacred Sect, seemingly probing for something.
"There's a rat," Yang Lingtian said indifferently.
Yang Dingtian had just turned around to get to work, but when he heard that, his fiery eyes instantly lit up.
"A rat? Perfect for practicing my skills!"
He abruptly turned his head. His gaze, sharp as two swords, locked directly onto the streak of light.
"What piece of trash are you, daring to spy on your Grandpa Yang's territory?"
With a thunderous roar, the great saber appeared out of thin air in Yang Dingtian's hand.
Without wasting a word, he brought the saber down on that