The Strength of a Martial Saint

Snow God said, "Let me see who you are first."

With a hum, a force of suction rose from Snow God's body, dragging Lin Feng toward her.

Lin Feng resisted with all his strength, yet his body still inched toward Snow God.

Lin Feng was greatly alarmed.

When he had pummeled those special forces members just now, he had felt that a Martial Saint was only about as strong as himself.

Now, it seemed the gap was still vast.

Snow God had rendered him unable to escape with just one move.

Once he got close to Snow God, she would definitely seize him.

If he were caught, his identity would be exposed.

Lin Feng was thoroughly unwilling to accept this.

With a thunderous roar, Lin Feng's aura surged as he drew upon nine times the power of the stars.

Under the doubled amplification of the Spring Wind and Rain Technique,

his strength rose to eighteen times its original level.

Yet he discovered that he was still moving toward Snow God. Struggling with all his might was useless.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng directly borrowed ten times the power of the stars.

With another thunderous roar, Lin Feng's aura surged once more, and his attributes became twenty times their original level.

Veins bulged across his body, thick blood vessels surfacing beneath his skin as though they might burst at any moment.

Lin Feng's speed of movement toward Snow God slowed considerably, but he was still being pulled toward her.

A sense of powerlessness rose in Lin Feng's heart.

A Martial Saint was actually this strong?

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng borrowed eleven times the power of the stars.

His body swelled to twice its size like a balloon, and his strength soared to twenty-two times its original level.

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