Chu Tian sensed the majestic, condensed Spiritual Power in his mind and murmured to himself. As he slowly clenched his fist, explosive strength surged through him:
"The spiritual energy in this Sacred Heaven Pool contains even greater power than the medicinal liquid prepared by the Lineage. In just one day, it has brought my physical strength to two and a half million jin. No matter how much more spiritual energy I absorb now, I cannot raise it by even the slightest bit."
"Now, if I unleash the Eye of the Heavenly Dao at full power, my strength can even reach fifteen million jin. If I face Ye Wen now, no matter what divine abilities or trump cards he has, I will blast him apart with a single punch. One force breaks ten thousand laws; he will have no room to resist."
"Ye Wen's Spiritual Power may be mighty, but it is scattered and disordered. His body is frail, his blood and qi insufficient, and his foundation is far too poor. A cultivator like that is utterly useless. No matter how high a realm he cultivates to, he will still crumble at a single blow. He is not worthy of being my opponent."
Chu Tian spoke to himself, filled with deep contempt for a supporting character like Ye Wen. He had never considered people like them opponents before, much less now.
But if anyone had known what Chu Tian was thinking, they would likely have been scared to death. He was only in the Body Tempering Realm, yet he regarded Ye Wen, who had entered the top fifty of the Spirit Refining Ranking, as trash.
Chu Tian possessed such confidence and conviction. His body had now reached the very limit of the Body Tempering Realm, while his Spiritual Power was majestic