The members of the Yang Gang and Zhou Gang, led by two Divine Soul Realm experts, trudged into the valley, looking like eggplants beaten by frost.
With a wave of Mu Chen's hand, the Spiritual Energy Marks between the brows of all two hundred people were snatched away. They turned into streaks of rainbow light and surged toward his brow in a mighty torrent.
Purple-gold light blazed brightly, and in the blink of an eye, his mark climbed from level seven to level eight.
A giant hand of spiritual energy materialized and plucked the Spirit Soul Yin-Yang Ganoderma, which had stubbornly grown in the cracks of the rock wall. It turned into a ball of emerald liquid that writhed faintly, brimming with vitality.
Mu Chen opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing the great mass of green spiritual liquid into his belly.
"Sorry for the trouble, everyone. Please protect me while I cultivate."
The two gangs were driven outside the valley. They stared at each other, eyes wide.
Wasn't this far too arrogant?
It was one thing to strip both gangs of all their Spirit Seals. They were simply outmatched.
But now he was ordering everyone to stand guard at the valley entrance while he secluded himself to break through, treating them like watchdogs.
It was an outright humiliation. Did he really think they were made of mud?
Yang Gong and Zhou Li exchanged a long, unblinking look, then silently looked away.
The two Divine Soul Realm experts still didn't have the courage to make a move.
As the Spirit Soul Yin-Yang Ganoderma entered his belly, an enormous amount of spiritual energy exploded within Mu Chen.
But that wasn't the most important part.
A mysterious essence flowed along his meridians toward the spiritual sea in his abdomen.
Inside the Futu