Tang San struggled to his feet from the ground.
His face was pale, and blood still stained the corner of his mouth.
The look he gave Lin Qingmo was terrifyingly sinister.
Why...
Why could Lin Qingmo be so strong?!
Why did everyone revolve around him?!
I refuse to accept this!
Unfortunately, no one cared about him.
In the assessment grounds,
the dust had yet to fully settle.
Lin Qingmo stepped over the wreckage beneath his feet and suddenly took two steps forward.
He raised his head, his gaze settling on Zhao Wuji.
Sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, casting mottled shadows across his face. The young man's lips slowly curved into a bright, slightly provocative smile.
"Teacher Zhao Wuji, that just now didn't really count as a true battle."
Lin Qingmo spoke, his voice clear and crisp.
Zhao Wuji was rubbing his aching arm when his movements paused at those words.
"Hm?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Kid, what do you mean?"
"I mean, I'd been holding back the whole time. You haven't seen my true full-force strike yet."
Lin Qingmo rolled his wrist, excitement flashing through his eyes.
"I wonder whether Teacher Zhao, a Soul Saint, dares to take my final move? Just one move. Once it's done, this ends."
He was holding back a big move, and if he did not unleash it, he would feel uncomfortable.
"..."
The entire place fell silent.
Everyone was stunned.
"There's something even bigger? Seriously?"
Ning Rongrong's mouth fell open.
From the age of his Spirit Rings to the effects of his spirit skills, how could this person keep shocking everyone without stopping?
Xiao Wu blinked.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were equally puzzled.
Even Tang San did not understand what he was trying to do.
Those terrifying spirit skills from three Thousand-Year