Chun Xiaobai pulled out ten spirit herbs glowing green and, without bothering about their medicinal compatibility, stuffed them straight into his mouth.
His throat bobbed, and he swallowed them in one gulp.
Once the spirit herbs reached his stomach, he immediately activated [Treasure-Seeing Divine Eye] with a thought, locking onto the green radiance in his belly. Then he silently recited the Martial God Art, refining the origin breath.
Rumble, rumble.
The thunderous sound of surging blood came from inside him.
Amid that rumbling, his skin slowly began to redden at a visible rate, and his aura grew more substantial by the moment.
The divine treasuries within his body were opening one by one.
Finally, the last trace of medicinal potency was absorbed.
Crack!
A restraint shattered.
"Phew!"
Chun Xiaobai exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up. Even that casual movement produced an explosive crack in the air.
"Holy shit!"
Chun Xiaobai shook his fists, sending gusts of wind whistling around them.
"Sure, it burns through money, but this genuine sense of power feels damn good!"
He could feel that his raw physical strength had now completely broken past the ten-thousand-jin mark!
And that was pure physical strength, without the slightest enhancement from spiritual power.
Even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators only possessed a few thousand jin of strength in their bodies alone.
In other words, his body had already reached Foundation Establishment standards.
But that was not the main point.
The main point was his terrifying recovery speed.
In his three matches earlier that day, he had seemed to win with effortless ease, but in truth, the Heaven-Treading Steps beneath his feet had never stopped for even a second.
The energy consumption of these Heaven-Treading Steps could only be described as terrifying. An ordinary Fourth Qi Refinement cultivator would