"Currently, the record holder for the history of the entire army’s eighth pass is Princess Wu Panpan, a special recruit from the first new recruit training camp. At the age of sixteen, she began the graduation exam of the new recruit training camp, and smoothly cleared up to the seventh pass. Until the eighth pass, after sticking it out for one hour and still being at a disadvantage, she thought she couldn’t win, so she chose to give up. Otherwise, with her strength, even though she couldn’t win, she could have lasted for a very long ti."
Sixteen years old...
Even though it wasn’t the first ti hearing the Artifact Spirit chatter about this, Wang Anye still felt slightly dazed.
Reaching the Celestial Human Realm at the age of sixteen!
He’s already eleven this year, which ans that back in the day, this strong individual nad "Wu Panpan" was only five years older than him when she set the record.
This talent, this combat power, just how strong could it be? The monsters from the era of the Divine Martial Dynasty were truly beyond abnormal.
"Anye, be nice to your wife in the future," Wang Zongchang said with a laugh from the side. "That Wu Panpan might be an ancestor of Princess Yiluo’s family. If the Little Princess could awaken a bloodline like their ancestor’s, our Wang Family would surely benefit."
"Anye, I heard Princess Yiluo is quite good-looking, and her bloodline awakening degree is high too. Being of the authentic Imperial Azure Dragon Bloodline, she’s quite compatible with you," teased Wang Luotong with a laugh from the side. "After this, I’ll apply to be transferred to work at the Anbei Guard, so I can help keep an eye on Yiluo closer to you."
Wang Anye smiled, but rolled his eyes internally. These boring elders just loved to tease him. Yet, as a junior, he could only respond with a smile, which was truly frustrating.
Besides, what’s so good about a wife? Especially since Wu Yiluo is hot-tempered, unreasonable, and a troublemaker.
Whenever Wang Anye thought that when he grows up, he would have to hug and sleep with Wu Yiluo, and engage in that boring activity of kissing to have children, his scalp tingled, and he felt his future life would beco bleak and lackluster.
If he had a choice, he’d rather spend his days doing practice papers of Miss Artifact Spirit’s basic subjects.
The Wang Family mbers all gained significant benefits this ti, so they were all in good spirits and relatively relaxed.
"Luojing, do well. You just need to last for one hour," Wang Shouzhe instructed. "Don’t even think about winning, that’s impossible."
"Yes, Fourth Brother, I won’t be willful,"
Wang Luojing responded obediently, then floated into the training ground like a colorful butterfly, her attitude indifferent, "Artifact Spirit, start the eighth pass."
The eighth pass began!
This ti, what appeared was an extraordinarily terrifying demon.
Wang Shouzhe and the others were quite familiar with the demon illustrations from the camp and imdiately recognized it. The bloodline of this type of demon belongs to the true king among demons and is known within the demon as the "Demon God Race."
This kind of demon is exceedingly rare, yet each one can grow to an incredibly frightening level of strength. Their overall power and status are on par with the Innate Dao Body among humans.
Unlike the Great Demons, the demons of the Demon God Race do not have fierce appearances, looking very similar to humans, with only their scarlet eyes, and the blood-like mark between their eyebrows reflecting a sense of strangeness and ominousness.
Of course, less fierce appearances do not an their power is weak.
They are born with the ability to master the application of laws. When cultivated to the Celestial Human Realm, they are equivalent to the Seventh-Layer Bloodline in humans and have reached an almost "Words and Laws Follow" level of law application. Their combat power is extrely strong and terrifying.
Once they reach their peak, they beco a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering demon god.
Even if the Demon God Race puppet before them was only in the early stage of the Celestial Human Realm, it was absolutely not to be underestimated.
"Lord Luojing, note that the demon puppet in the eighth pass is a common exam material across all camps, with only this one juvenile demon god throughout the entire army. It was personally captured by His Majesty the Saint Emperor in the past and refined by Master Artisan Immortal. If you completely destroy it during battle, you’ll be judged for damaging Divine Dynasty property, and your exam results and rewards will be canceled."
"However, there is no need to hold back because of this. As long as it’s not killed on the spot, the Puppet Space can repair it, though it will delay the exam ti for reference candidates." The Artifact Spirit reminded in advance, knowing that among the Wang Family mbers, there were fierce characters like Liua Ruolan.
"A monster equivalent to the seventh-layer human realm bloodline..." Wang Shouzhe’s expression was exceptionally solemn. "Just by standing there, it already gives a lot of pressure; its pure combat power is likely not inferior to an ordinary early Purple Mansion Realm cultivator."
The bloodline awakening degree of such a monster is far stronger than a Great Celestial Pride. Normally, a Great Celestial Pride would require advancing to the Divine Power Realm to have a bloodline awakening degree reaching the seventh layer.
However, the Wang Family also has its advantages, which lie in age advantage and the cultivation level advantage derived from it.
The youngest among Liua Ruolan, Wang Luojing, and the seven others are over eighty years old, and the one with the weakest cultivation is at the third layer of the Celestial Human Realm, much higher than the juvenile demon God just stepping into the Celestial Human Realm, which offsets many disadvantages in bloodline level.
Of course, if it weren’t so, Wang Shouzhe wouldn’t have let Luojing and Luqiu get on the field. After all, the gap in bloodline talent between the two sides is just too significant. If their cultivation levels were the sa, there would be no point in fighting, might as well surrender early.
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