Battle merit: 310,000.
As this terrifying number lingered in their ears, many people's eyes widened into circles.
"310,000? Is that real?"
"You're not joking, are you?"
They had subconsciously assumed Yang Chen had only earned 200,000 battle merits, all because of luck and the 200,000 space fragments he had obtained. But now, at a glance, Yang Chen's abilities in other areas were also far beyond anything they could compare to.
Many people sighed in amazement, marveling that an extraordinary existence had already risen in the Southern Realm.
"Yang Chen, this is your True Saint Water." Li Chongxiao spoke peacefully, harmless to man and beast, as though there was not the slightest grudge between him and Yang Chen.
This gave Yang Chen an odd expression. No matter how Li Chongxiao treated him, he remained fully on guard against Li Chongxiao.
He did not believe in the slightest that Li Chongxiao was such a kindly person!
The other party was definitely plotting something.
But there was no proof at the moment, so he naturally could not say anything. Speaking of it would not benefit him in the slightest.
Now, his mind was focused on the True Saint Water. What Li Chongxiao handed over was a pale yellow medicine bottle. The water within contained, at a glance, a power identical to that of Dao Intent Inscriptions. It was brilliant and dazzling, making people yearn for it.
Many people were green with envy. This was True Saint Water—who would not want it?
Yang Chen was delighted as well. With this True Saint Water, his Dao Intent Inscriptions would rise by another realm!
As for exactly how far they would rise, he did not know.
"Brother Yang Chen has reached such strength and attainment at such a young age. Even I, Li, feel ashamed of