Brilliant golden light suddenly blazed in his eyes.
They were like two suns.
The instant that golden light appeared, the surrounding void
twisted and seethed.
The vegetation within thirty thousand meters did not even give off a single spark.
Under the terrifying, rapidly rising heat, it silently turned to ash.
With a cry that pierced the nine heavens,
Xiao Yuan slowly rose into the air.
He bathed in golden sunlight.
His arms, mangled by Zhou Lie's blows, instantly returned to normal amid the sharp crackle of bones knitting back together.
His aura began surging wildly at an unbelievable speed.
The barrier at the peak of the middle Martial Saint realm was easily torn apart like a sheet of thin paper.
His aura climbed higher and higher.
Upper Martial Saint.
This cultivation level
had already surpassed the limits of cultivation on the Heavenly Martial Continent over the past several thousand years.
A crimson-gold beacon of surging blood pierced heaven and earth.
At that moment, the blood within Xiao Yuan's body boiled.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
Feeling the power within him undergo a qualitative transformation,
Xiao Yuan could no longer hold back his wild laughter.
Upper Martial Saint!
Was this the power an upper Martial Saint commanded?
He had done it.
He, Xiao Yuan, had stepped into the upper Martial Saint realm, a realm no one on the Heavenly Martial Continent had reached in thousands of years!
At that moment, he felt like the ruler of this world.
To hell with the Outer Realm Divine Race.
Before this power, they were all nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs.
He looked down at Zhou Lie below, who seemed no more than an ant.
His eyes brimmed with disdain and arrogance.
Without another word,
Xiao Yuan slowly raised his right hand.
Golden motes filling the