Zhu Zhuqing: Put Some Clothes On!

Beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, no one knew how much time had passed.

Yang Wudi was the first to change.

He sat cross-legged on a rock. The Soul Power around him suddenly surged like a boiling pot, churning and rising without end. His brows drew tight, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands gripped his knees as he clenched his teeth against the immense pressure.

The medicinal power of the Serene Fragrance Silkweed and Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid scoured his body. Every last trace gathered into a torrent and launched a final assault on the core of his Martial Soul.

Under the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid's relentless assault, countless cracks had appeared in the barrier imposed by the Breaking Clan's inborn Martial Soul flaw. Yet that invisible barrier remained stubbornly in place, like an iron gate blocking the path to a ninth ring.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Yang Wudi's mouth.

He gritted his teeth and kept pushing.

His eyes flew open. With a low growl, he hurled all his Soul Power and the remaining medicinal power forward, smashing them against the barrier like a heavy hammer.

Crack.

A sharp snapping sound came from within Yang Wudi's body.

The barrier that had imprisoned generations of the Breaking Clan had shattered.

Yang Wudi's Soul Power climbed like a flood bursting through a dam. Level eighty-three, eighty-four, eighty-five, eighty-six—it did not stop until it reached the peak of level eighty-six.

He had not become a Titled Douluo outright, but the threshold to his ninth ring had vanished completely. The remaining medicinal power was still working through his body. Becoming a Titled Douluo was only a matter of time. It was no longer a distant dream, but a road already laid before him. All he had to