"You've grasped an intent?" Mu Lingyun asked in disbelief, her eyes misting over. At the same time, she had Chen Cong use several soul skills to restore his soul power, stamina, and vitality.
"Yes. I finally grasped an intent and reached level 90 before turning eighty. I haven't failed my mission!" A look of relief suddenly surfaced on Chen Cong's face, as though a great burden had been lifted.
Apart from Chen Yu and Chen Hong, Chen Cong had the best chance of becoming a Titled Douluo among their generation.
His brothers of the same generation had always placed tremendous hopes on him, far greater than those they placed on Chen Hanxin, and he had piled considerable pressure onto himself as well.
Fortunately, he was easygoing and broad-minded by nature, and had persisted in his path as a Sword Formation Master. Now, his efforts had finally borne fruit. Once he obtained his ninth soul ring, he could officially become a Titled Douluo.
"Good! You finally won't have to bear so much pressure anymore." As his wife, Mu Lingyun knew exactly how much pressure he had endured. They had fallen in love of their own accord back then; otherwise, as a mutant of the Green Lotus Mu Family, no one would have forced her to marry outside the family.
"Thanks for your efforts, everyone. Clean up the battlefield properly. Zhao Lin, you're in charge. Don't pocket my damn soul bones." In his excitement, Chen Cong let himself go a little and even swore.
"Of course not! Who would dare embezzle anything of yours?" Zhao Lin replied immediately.
"Keep your wits about you. Old Black might not be able to keep an eye on every soul beast he brought," Chen Cong reminded him.
"Rest assured, Elder Cong," Zhao Lin promised.
"Ling Yun,