Seven days later, on a street.
Ruined walls and shattered buildings were everywhere, with fires raging on all sides. Wrecked cars lay silent on the ground, while rubble littered the streets and clouds of dust billowed through the air. Plastic bags and scraps of paper danced in the wind.
Nearby skyscrapers had collapsed, and massive boulders lay shattered. Huge craters pocked the ground, where rivers of blood flowed, filling the air with a sickening stench.
The scene looked as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Only one person stood on the desolate street: Xia Ping.
A fierce battle had just taken place here. More than a dozen prodigies had joined forces to attack Xia Ping and steal his points, but he had killed them all with his bare hands. The area had been left in ruins.
"Peak of the sixth level of the Martial Master Realm!"
A cold glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He could feel that his true essence had reached its limit. Seventy-two of his body's meridians had been opened. With just one more, he could fully advance to the Seventh Heaven of Martial Master Realm.
The intense battles over the past few days had also brought him great gains.
Some had ambushed him, others had attacked in groups, and still others had tried to assassinate and poison him. None of it had worked. Xia Ping had dealt with them all. Instead, they had been killed and eliminated from the competition, while he had survived.
These fierce battles had helped him improve at an astonishing pace, bringing him to the peak of the sixth level of the Martial Master Realm!
I'm just a little short. Just a little more, and I can advance to the seventh level of the Martial Master Realm!
Xia Ping felt that he needed