After a glance at Ye Qingcheng, Chen Mu reckoned her breakthrough would still take quite some time.
He did not disturb her.
He had Zhang Shengcai accompany him out to the Martial Arts Arena.
Chen Mu decided to find a few Inner Court disciples with powerful explosive strength to spar with Zhang Shengcai.
He wanted to properly test just how tough Zhang Shengcai's body-refining arts had made him.
Why did he not do it himself?
Mostly because he feared a slight misjudgment of his strength would scatter Zhang Shengcai's soul to the winds.
Even between a Quasi-Emperor and a Great Emperor, there was an insurmountable gulf.
And now, with the help of [Breathing-to-Cultivation], he had already reached the fourteenth level of the Great Emperor Realm.
It was no exaggeration: even if Zhang Shengcai perfected the Golden Bell Tyrant Body Art and comprehended the first level of the heavenly demon tyrant body-or even maxed out the heavenly demon tyrant body and ascended to become a Great Emperor-
Chen Mu would still need only a glance to leave not a scrap of his corpse behind!
The current Chen Mu could sever a river of stars with a finger and annihilate heaven and earth with his palm.
In no time, the two arrived at the Martial Arts Arena.
On dozens of fighting platforms of varying sizes, figures grappled and battled fiercely, trading blows back and forth.
As blades and fists collided, waves of force surged, drawing applause and cheers.
But once Chen Mu appeared-
Everyone's gaze whipped toward him and focused on him.
Even those locked in fierce, inseparable combat on the platforms stopped in perfect unison, withdrawing their attacks.
Everyone called out as one, "Greetings, Young Master!"
"Carry on. Don't mind me." Chen Mu waved a hand.
"Yes!" After answering, they resumed