The training room was deathly silent.
The last trace of electric arcs in the air vanished without a sound.
Yu Xiaoheng composed himself and slowly let out a breath of stale air.
The pent-up gloom he had carried for so long had been mostly vented through that exhilarating battle.
He lowered his head and looked at his fists, which still glimmered faintly with golden light.
Was this... what power felt like?
Could it be that I was just too strong?
As soon as the thought arose, Yu Xiaoheng's mood brightened a little.
In this world, strength was the most important pass.
He thought of Qian Xunji.
That figure seated high within the Pope's Palace, whose pressure had nearly frozen his very soul.
Granted, Qian Xunji was powerful.
But...
When he had only been a dozen or so levels in, he could never have been stronger than I was now!
At that thought, the light in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes grew even brighter.
The Golden Sacred Dragon Phantom around him slowly faded and sank back into his body, while the profound purple Spirit Ring above his head quietly disappeared as well.
Yet the pressure originating from a High-Ranking Dragon Clan remained almost tangible, still blanketing the entire training room.
Seven bodies lay scattered across the floor.
Lei Hao struggled to rise, but the movement tugged at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.
His girlfriend, Qin Yue, was even paler than death.
The remaining team members, some clutching their arms and others holding their chests, looked at Yu Xiaoheng with nothing but fear and shock in their eyes.
The instructors standing at the edge of the room swallowed hard, yet none could utter a single word.
"Th-this is the Young Master of the Blue Electric Tyrant Sect...?"
"Didn't they say he wasn't