"If you push yourself too hard, it will come back to bite you. From what I can see, you're nearly at the limit of what your body can bear."
"A mere Level 49 Soul Ancestor, yet you withstood the crushing pressure of Level 59 Soul Power. For that alone, young man, you have every right to be proud!"
Faced with Zhi Lin's solemn warning and praise, Ao Yin merely raised his eyes. His expression was calm to an almost absurd degree.
That strange reaction caught Zhi Lin off guard.
The Soul Power pressure he had unleashed blanketed the entire hall. An ordinary Soul Ancestor's legs would have gone weak and his breathing turned ragged long ago. Yet the boy before him showed no sign of distress. Instead, a trace of an idle smile lingered in his eyes.
Strange. Far too strange!
Uncertainty churned in Zhi Lin's heart, leaving him utterly incredulous.
"Interesting. This is getting more and more interesting!"
He had never imagined that Ao Yin, whose apparent cultivation was only Level 49, could face his Level 57 Soul King pressure as though nothing had happened.
While everyone looked on with mixed expressions, Ao Yin's casual voice suddenly rang out.
"It's only a Soul King-level test of endurance, yet a Soul Douluo had to step in personally. Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"
Zhi Lin's face darkened at once, anger surging within him.
This junior dared mock me in front of everyone?
"What arrogance!"
A cold gleam flashed in Zhi Lin's eyes. Now he was determined to take this seriously.
If you insist on acting tough and running your mouth, then let's see how long that confidence lasts!
With that thought, Zhi Lin held back no longer. The Soul Power within him surged higher and higher!
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