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Clenching his teeth, Yan Xiaobao felt his Qi gradually dissipate, his Qi Acupoint being emptied bit by bit. He knew he had to do sothing.
As Qi continued to be wasted, a brilliant smile appeared on Li Cheng’s face, for he sensed his victory closing in. Nevertheless, he didn’t lower his guard—not even for a mont—and instead tried to increase the speed of his whip attacks.
Yan Xiaobao vowed. All his focus was placed on evading the Qi Whip, which inadvertently caused him to lose control over the killing intent that was slowly rising within him.
As the killing intent intensified, the sinister aura began to seep out again, forcing Yan Xiaobao to move even faster than before. This, in turn, slowed down the Qi Whip.
Unfortunately, the killing intent also caused Yan Xiaobao’s Qi to plumt rapidly, leaving him with only a few traces of it in a short amount of ti.
With a roar erupting from Yan Xiaobao’s throat, he thrust his palm forward to confront his opponent. The remnants of his Qi were compelled to flow around his ridians, forming the Fla Spark Skill.
As the Qi Spirit passed by Lan Feng, the bird silently raised a hand, and a droplet of silver liquid trickled from its fingers into the Qi Line. This, in turn, caused the Qi Line to expand and transform into silver, radiating a moonlit glow.
The silver streams of Qi coursed through his body, making his blood roar. His ridians trembled as if struggling to hold together, and finally, his palm burst forth with a Fla Spark much larger than he had previously created. The fireball in his palm grew at an astonishing speed, gradually moving above his head, consuming everything on stage in re monts and reducing it all to ashes.
The wind surged violently, causing the Qi Whip to miss its mark and instead be drawn toward the fireball, further fueling its growth.
As Yan Xiaobao felt the last trace of his Qi forcibly leave his body and his killing intent soar to an unprecedented height, the fireball suddenly ceased to expand.
His icy blue eyes were as rciless and indifferent as a mass murderer’s, entirely unperturbed, as Xu Yue hurled the fireball at Li Cheng, who stood on the sa stage.
The mont the fireball left Yan Xiaobao’s hand, he felt his body begin to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, forcing him into a state of refinent at an unprecedented speed.
"Congratulations," Lan Feng remarked cheerfully within the Dantian. "You’ve finally beco a disciple cultivator."
Yan Xiaobao felt his body rupture from within. Every muscle in his body split and stretched, brimming with power. His bones felt as though they had shattered entirely, yet none had truly broken apart. Instead, Yan Xiaobao’s body began to expand. His height increased by a few centiters, and his muscles swelled.
Although Xu Yue appeared quite feminine earlier, he now clearly resembled a handso young man. His muscles were more defined than before, but he remained lean, with the play of his jade-like skin beneath them. His striking face grew even more refined, with a chiseled jaw projecting steadfast determination through his cold eyes out into the world.
His shoulder-length hair had grown significantly longer, now pooling on the ground, and the malicious aura he once emanated was completely concealed within, replaced instead by an air of tranquility.
This transformation seed as though soone had replaced the moon with the sun—a sun so radiant that everyone in the audience observing the youth standing amidst the flas fell silent as he gazed at them, as if they were insignificant before him.
In truth, the flas posed no threat to Yan Xiaobao because they were born of his own Qi and strengthened by Lan Feng’s spiritual power. If one’s own flas could harm a cultivator, every fire specialist would exist in perpetual agony.
However, this was unknown to the audience. All they knew was that Yan Xiaobao had just ascended to the Disciple Rank, and it was evident that he lacked practical skills and spiritual energy.
Watching Yan Xiaobao standing amidst the flas, his white hair billowing in the wind, his cold eyes sweeping across everyone present—it felt like an on. This boy would ignite the world and unleash terror that would shake the very earth.
The calm emanating from this boy was far more frightening than his previous killing intent. The serenity manifested on his face filled every person present with fear, for it clashed starkly against the intensity of his previous aura.
Within those icy eyes was a re flicker of his earlier killing intent, yet gazing upon him now, he seed like an otherworldly figure, as though an Angel had descended upon the mortal world.
This tranquility was sothing Hui Yue had experienced when breaking through to the Disciple Rank. Located in the lesser corner of his Dantian, two small acupoints began forming. Inside one was a red mist filled with hatred and bloodlust. Within the other was a tranquil blue mist that floated gently, exuding a sense of tenderness. It was this serene mist that Yan Xiaobao had now touched, enabling it to flow through his ridians and rge seamlessly with his aura.
Yan Xiaobao stared into the sea of fire, furrowing his brows. The killing intent in his Dantian rampaged, and a dangerous sensation erged in his mind.
Hui Yue noticed how the Qi Whip erged from the flas, followed by a severely injured adversary. Li Cheng, badly burned, lunged at Yan Xiaobao with fury in his eyes.
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