After suppressing his spirit bone fluctuation and lowering his aura to sixth heavenly origin perfection, Xu Yang feigned the weakness of a failed breakthrough. He rose, pushed open the door, and stepped out into the morning light of the rising sun. A crowd had already lined up at the Spirit Tower.
"Brother Xu, are your injuries serious?"
Seeing how weak Xu Yang looked, everyone present understood that he had suffered a backlash while attempting to reach seventh heavenly origin.
"Just a minor injury." Smiling, Xu Yang took his place at the back of the line.
He swept his gaze around and saw that Huo Xiaochेन had also just emerged from seclusion. His face was deathly pale and his aura unsteady; he had probably failed to break through to seventh heavenly origin as well. Xu Yang keenly noticed a cold sneer in his expression, along with contempt. That look was like someone gazing at a dead man. Does he intend to make a move against me? Xu Yang wondered.
Huo Xiaochेन had always wanted to kill him. He had been able to sense that all along.
But this was the first time he had seen that expression.
I'm inside the Heavenly Strategy Academy. How could he attack me?
Xu Yang knew something he was unaware of must have happened for Huo Xiaochेन to look at him that way, but he could not figure out what.
Since he could not figure it out, he could not be bothered to think about it.
If Huo Xiaochेन tried to kill him, he would simply be courting death.
His Azure Dragon Tyrant Body had broken through to the eighth layer. Even if a Spirit Bone Prodigy at ninth heavenly origin attacked him now, he believed he could protect himself.
Not only did his talent and