"Doesn't this Battle Armor seem to make much of a difference?"
Ice Empress casually flicked aside a massive fist wrapped in dark yellow armor. "If your strength before was a six—that of a Soul Emperor—then now you're at most a six point five."
Xu Lanqing, covered head to toe in dark yellow Battle Armor with only his golden eyes showing, nodded in agreement.
"It's true I haven't risen an entire rank, but you're overlooking a few things. My Soul Power is different from that of an ordinary Soul Master. It's much more concentrated."
That Soul Power had been converted from the Golden Dragon King's God Core. Though using it this way was a bit of a waste, it would be even more foolish to leave a treasure untouched for later.
Time was short. The Divine Realm weighed on his heart like an invisible mountain.
No one knew when the Divine Realm would return, or when Tang San might once again send down a divine avatar.
Next time, he wouldn't have the Ice and Fire Dragon King to help him. What could he use to stand against them?
So he had to cultivate faster and become a god as soon as possible. Only then would he have a chance at survival.
At the thought, Xu Lanqing's enthusiasm faded. Even the Battle Armor and the Mecha in the distance—which held an unrivaled allure for men—seemed utterly uninteresting to him now.
"But this is still incredible."
Ice Empress was rather excited. She tapped and knocked on the Battle Armor with her slender, pale fingers, then asked Jing Hongchen, "How much of a difference would it make for someone at a higher level? Someone like me, for example?"
"Almost none. To improve the strength of someone at your level, we'd need at least Three-Word