"So that's why his points were rising so quickly."
Hua Yao understood Chen Changqing.
From the Universe Secret Realm to the Hundred Dynasties War, from the Holy Son Grand Competition to transcending the heavenly tribulation, she had watched this man come all the way, and he had never truly hit rock bottom.
The more dangerous the situation, the more he moved through it like a fish in water.
Xuanyuan Xiaoyu froze for a moment. Thinking it over carefully, she realized it was indeed true. Her tense shoulders eased slightly.
"But... I'm still so worried..."
Hua Yao took her hand and comforted her gently. "It'll be fine once he comes back. He promised us that he would return."
Yet upon the warships of the various major factions, entirely different emotions were playing out.
On the Dao Sect's Purple Dawn Vessel, the leading young man stared at the light screen, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
"His points have broken a hundred... Our sect's highest-scoring disciple only has twelve points so far," the burly man beside him said quietly.
The young man did not answer. He merely spat out two icy words. "Wait."
On the Yinyue Holy Dynasty's warship, a gray-robed elder looked at the light screen and suddenly laughed.
"Good, very good. The more he kills, the better."
The young man beside him did not understand. "Supreme Elder, Chen Changqing is cutting through everything in his path. Isn't that bad for us?"
The gray-robed elder shook his head. "Fool. The more he kills, the greater his consumption. Over three days, how long can he keep this up? There will come a moment when his strength runs dry."
"Besides—the more he kills, the more enemies he makes."
"Once he has killed himself weary, those factions he scattered will crazily retaliate against