Lan Xinghai stood beside Lin Ming, sensing his steadily rising aura, and his expression changed drastically. He instinctively stepped back, shock and fear filling his eyes.
He could feel Lin Ming's aura soaring at a terrifying speed, as though there were no limit.
He opened his mouth to say something, only to discover that he could not even make a sound. All he could do was watch as Lin Ming's aura climbed higher and higher, breaking through one realm after another.
Ding! Consumed 20 million kill points. Martial cultivation advanced to the fourth layer of Tier Twelve.
Ding! Consumed 30 million kill points. Martial cultivation advanced to the sixth layer of Tier Twelve.
The announcements continued, and Lin Ming's aura had already risen to a terrifying level. The surrounding air began to warp, as though it could not withstand that power.
The ground trembled slightly, as though the earth itself were afraid. Lan Xinghai had already retreated more than ten meters away. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and a shock unlike anything he had ever experienced surged through him.
He finally understood why Lin Ming had remained so calm when facing the Jiang Clan. This young man was nothing short of a monster!
The powerful cultivators behind Lan Xinghai also sensed that aura, and their expressions changed drastically. Someone cried out under his breath:
"Wh-what's going on?" someone asked in a trembling voice. "Lord Lin Ming... what exactly is he doing?"
They exchanged looks, their eyes filled with shock and fear. They could sense that his aura had already far surpassed theirs-even Lan Xinghai's.
They could not imagine how a young man could possess such terrifying power.
Ye Lingyun sensed that aura too. He set down his wine cup and slowly rose to his