Yun Clan

There were still several days until the fourth round of arena battles.

Primordial Pressure Chamber.

Bang!

Lu Zhen stamped his foot. Moving with the rhythm of the chamber's chaotic laws, he drifted lightly away.

When he appeared again, he was already thirty meters away.

"It worked." Lu Zhen stopped and exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi.

The Wandering Dragon Sky-Treading Step had finally crossed the threshold of Profound Extremity and reached the level of wielding the profound with Intent.

As for his saber techniques and sword arts, they had improved as well, but still lacked that final bit of heat before a breakthrough.

Beside him.

Liu Jingshu and Liu Jingyi also came to a stop, their fragrant sweat dripping freely.

"Lu Zhen, your movement technique is getting more and more monstrous." Liu Jingyi wiped the sweat from her forehead, plopped down on the floor, and panted heavily.

"Take a break." Lu Zhen walked over.

"There are still a few days until the fourth round." Liu Jingyi tipped up her head, her large eyes glittering. "Lu Zhen, if we perform well in the fourth round, do you think we'll have a chance to get special training slots from the Top Ten Academies?"

The Top Ten Academies.

In the past, those four words had been beyond even their dreams.

"There's a chance." Lu Zhen nodded.

"Big Sis, did you hear that?" Liu Jingyi excitedly shook Liu Jingshu's arm. "Top Ten! The goal of the grand examination is the top ten! If we can get in, Father and Mother will wake up laughing even in their dreams."

"Don't celebrate too soon."

Liu Jingshu slapped her sister's hand away and said coldly, "The threshold of the Top Ten Academies isn't something you can cross with luck. If your skill hasn't reached Subtle Intent, you'll