"Peak Martial King? This is far too unbelievable, isn't it?"
Three days later, Elder Wang opened his eyes and clenched his hands, his face full of disbelief. In just three days, not only had all the hidden injuries in his body healed, but his martial cultivation had also broken through from the early Martial King stage to the peak Martial King stage.
Ever since he had suffered an incurable injury a thousand years ago, his cultivation had never advanced another step. Yet this time, he had directly entered the peak Martial King stage.
All of this was thanks to the person before him.
"Mid-Mahayana stage, with combat strength barely reaching the late stage. That means Martial Emperors are at most equivalent to the late Earth Immortal stage. Not bad."
Feeling the lingering power from Elder Wang's breakthrough, Ye Lin mused inwardly. This world's level of combat strength was decent—not low.
"Many thanks to Little Friend Ye Lin for this grace of rebirth."
At that moment, Elder Wang rose to his feet and gave Ye Lin a deep bow. Ye Lin, meanwhile, stood where he was with his hands clasped behind his back, utterly unmoving.
"I'll give you ten years. Unite the Human Race. I'll be watching from here."
After saying that, Ye Lin walked some distance away and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and remaining perfectly still.
Elder Wang glanced at him, then turned and walked out. The air of twilight that had once clung to him had turned into killing intent.
The fighting spirit in his heart had been rekindled. He was going to carry out the plan he had failed to fulfill for a thousand years.
Watching Elder Wang depart, Ye Lin revealed a faint smile. The next moment, a transparent panel appeared before his eyes.
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