Another king of the Array Formation Realm entered the Void Battlefield and faced Little Nonpoint.
Both went all out from the start. Their blood and qi surged skyward, Runes covered their bodies, and they looked like two figures made of light.
Little Nonpoint lunged, swept across the battlefield, and transformed into a Golden-Winged Roc, an Immemorial Sacred Ape, and other members of the Battle Saint Race.
What he had retained from the Divine Guidance Chapter after reaching the Extreme Realm of Blood Moving was gradually taking root.
He was growing at an astonishing pace, filling the gaps in his knowledge.
He had a marquis to spar with and the finest Sage Art in the world to guide him.
Boom!
As the battle intensified, a rumble rose from inside Little Nonpoint's body, as though thunder were roaring within him.
In the Blood Moving Realm, cultivators moved blood and qi through their bodies, producing a thunderous rumble within.
But no one had ever heard a rumble this fierce. It was as though that tiny body held an entire bank of thunderclouds.
"That little fellow is still growing," an influential figure observed.
It was impossible to miss. Little Nonpoint had fought only two battles, yet the change in him was already plain to see.
"His talent for cultivation is peerless, and so is his talent for battle. He was born to tread the path of cultivation," another influential figure marveled.
No one had ever seen anyone like him in the Blood Moving Realm. He was simply too outstanding.
"I suspect that little fellow's strength exceeds a hundred thousand jin," someone said.
"A hundred thousand jin could never produce a performance like this. Given these kings' cultivation, even suppressed to the Blood Moving Realm, they couldn't lose to someone who had merely reached its