Compared to rules and laws, their greatest advantage lay in inheritance.
The seven great Dao Domain factions within the Divine Temple's inner sect had never been stagnant dead water.
They were more like a living stream flowing without end, with predecessors and successors urging one another onward as they surged ahead together.
"Let's not do this between ourselves yet. His talent is still far from deserving a reward. Don't throw away the rules just to complete a task."
One examiner made the suggestion, drawing repeated nods of agreement from the other examiners.
"Keep watching. If he keeps getting tangled up with Qing, it proves Meng is still somewhat lacking in killing power."
The taciturn stone man spoke.
Qing's true body was cultivating under his tutelage, and Qing was the senior brother among the mortal disciples of the Heaven-Victory Sect.
The stone man also thought highly of this fighting genius from a low-level planet. He believed Qing's Eighth Breakthrough was set in stone, while Qing also possessed the potential for a Ninth Breakthrough.
"Hm?!"
The stone man suddenly froze. The examiners from the other six great factions all looked over and saw a rare trace of emotion on his face.
What had happened?
Following the stone man's gaze, they looked toward the light screen, where a sudden change had erupted.
"Focus!"
Qing tore away the white cloth covering his eyes and roared. His hidden pupils widened, black lines spiraling around them like mosquito coils and radiating an indescribable spiritual force. That force further empowered his fists and feet, which shot out like mad demons firing a hail of arrows!
"Phew..."
Meng Chuan's muscles tightened into a knot as he found it increasingly difficult to cope. Qing's punches and kicks carried a mind-bewildering power that left one mentally dazed.
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