No Need to Take the Master of the Hall as My Teacher, Because I Will Surpass Him!

No Need to Take the Master of the Hall as My Teacher, Because I Will Surpass Him! The heavy, icy-black alloy doors of Peak Tower, etched with the marks of time and slaughter, slowly slid open to either side once more amid a dull hum.

Outside, the slanting afterglow of the setting sun bathed the empty, silent entrance plaza in a dusky golden hue.

The air was crisp and cool, and the breeze carried faint distant clamor, forming a stark contrast with the dense, inescapable stench of blood and killing intent within the doors.

A figure stepped out of that dim, blood-soaked world, one step at a time.

It was Lin Ming.

The ordinary Black Training Uniform he wore was already tattered beyond recognition, soaked through with beast blood of various colors and stained a deep dark brown.

Several fresh wounds of varying depths had appeared across his exposed skin. Though they had begun to heal and scab over under the powerful recovery of the Immortal Battle Body, they still looked vicious.

A thick drop of dark-red blood, brimming with powerful life force, slowly slid from the tip of the dark-golden Asura Spear in his hand. It fell onto the ground outside the doors with a soft tap and seeped into the cracks between the stones.

The Asura battle patterns along the spearshaft seemed to have just drunk their fill of blood. Beneath the sunset, they gleamed with an eerie dark-red light, faintly releasing a satisfied, savage tremor.

He stood at the entrance and narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusting to the light outside.

Then he slowly turned his head and looked back at the towering black colossus behind him, which seemed to pierce the clouds and radiate invisible pressure.

A massive holographic screen on the tower's outer wall displayed the