Li Zhen's Nine-Forged Golden Body was indeed a little faster than Zhang Tao's. After all, he didn't need to undergo nine spiritual-sense refinements, so there wasn't as much resistance. But Li Zhen had clearly lost his mind. Even if he really reached the Nine-Forged Golden Body, he still wouldn't be able to beat Zhang Tao. Zhang Tao's qi and blood had been transformed by the Kongtong Seal, giving it the equivalent of a single qualitative leap. That level of strength was enough to match the leap in qi and blood brought by the Nine-Forged Golden Body.
Zhang Tao got up and left. Before he went, he even called out cheekily, "Li Laoer, whenever you hit a bottleneck, come find me and I'll beat you up. I'm always free!"
Li Zhen snorted and flew off. Damn it, so you're always free when it comes to beating me up, huh? Just you wait.
Watching Li Zhen leave without even saying goodbye, Zhang Tao merely shrugged. He still had at least four or five more chances to beat Li Zhen up. No need to rush. He returned to the Culture Academy, where matters from all over the country piled up every day, giving him a tremendous headache. But he had no choice but to deal with them.
Time flew by like a white pony glimpsed through a crack, rushing past without giving anyone a chance to catch their breath.
That day, Zhang Tao was engrossed in reviewing documents when hurried footsteps sounded outside. Nan Yunyue burst in like a gust of wind, her voice tinged with urgency. "Zhang Tao, there's been a disturbance in the Magic City Catacombs!"
Zhang Tao furrowed his brows. The document in his hand seemed unable to withstand his grip; he set it down heavily. His voice was low