Just as Zhu Haomiao was observing the changes in his subordinates with great interest, he suddenly shuddered, looking at himself with surprise and joy.
Deep within his spirit and body, a golden divine light quietly blossod, a vast energy breaking through the conceptual pupa shell, pouring into his body like a torrent.
The cultivation technique that had been in deep sleep and transformation for a whole month had finally broken the cocoon and transford into a butterfly today!
[Constant Star lting Furnace Body Tempering Technique]: LV.3 (Mastery) → LV.4 (Small Success)
[Body] 5
[Strength] 3
[Essence] 2
Surging energy burst out of Zhu Haomiao’s body, an invisible wave sweeping across dozens of ters, but was instantly controlled and restrained by him.
anwhile, in the Martial Arts Arena, Yan Yunsheng, who was in the throes of battle, suddenly felt a surge of apprehension and sharply turned to look outside the arena.
The few arrest officers besieging him also sensed sothing and simultaneously looked towards the edge of the field.
In their sight, sitting elegantly in the Taishi Chair, the ordinary young man, who seed to be shrouded in a thin veil, suddenly appeared imposing and grand.
Simply watching him, everyone felt an oppressive aura that lood like a towering mountain, mingled with a bloodline-connected sense of respectful awe.
"Hey? Why have you all stopped fighting?"
The other constables involved in the siege noticed the core mbers had stopped their actions, collectively glancing outside the field, and instinctively followed their gaze.
However, without having cultivated the [Constant Star lting Furnace Body Tempering Technique], to these people, the young man’s figure seed unchanged, only his aura seed slightly more formidable.
Yet at the center of the battlefield, following intuitive adoration, Yan Yunsheng’s rationality returned, causing a massive upheaval within him.
From that fleeting energy fluctuation earlier, he had glimpsed the young man’s true strength.
Sixth Rank!
And a rather powerful Sixth Rank!
Considering the young man’s endless array of powerful secret techniques and his martial arts realm severely unmatched by his age, his actual combat ability might need to be bumped up a level!
Recollecting when he faced Li Lin over a month ago, and his opponent’s body True Qi was much weaker...
Yan Yunsheng reaffird that at that ti the opponent was indeed only Ninth Grade!
And over a month later...
Sixth Rank?!!
Leaping three grades in succession?!
What kind of godlike cultivation speed is this?!
Originally believing that he himself had accumulated abundantly, breaking through Seventh Rank, soaring rapidly was already exaggerating enough.
But compared to Li Lin, his progress seed like a joke!
With faint doubts about life, Yan Yunsheng felt his long-held worldview began to waver.
Teenaged [Middle Three Grade] experts aren’t rare, as major sects produce a few such exceptional geniuses every year.
But these Heaven’s Chosen Sons were carefully selected and nurtured from a young age.
They rise to [Middle Three Grade] through years of painstaking cultivation, step by step!
Not like Li Lin, who was Ninth Grade just over a month ago, and Sixth Rank now!
Is he really even human?!
In a daze, scenes of the young man’s previous words floated in Yan Yunsheng’s mind, vaguely understanding sothing.
"I’m about to surpass the hibernation period, soon won’t have to hold back any longer..."
Hair standing on end, Yan Yunsheng swallowed hard, not daring to dwell on it, just more determined to cling onto Li Lin’s support.
On the other side, Zhu Haomiao took slow and deep breaths, delightfully adapting to his body in its peak condition.
Sorting his Inner Breath, after a few tens of seconds, Zhu Haomiao completely cald the tumult within his spirit and body, couldn’t help but smile looking at his Six-dinsional Attributes.
[God]: 21 (4) ↑
[Dexterity]: 20 (4) ↑
[Strength]: 21 (8) ↑
[Essence]: 20 (6) ↑
[Qi]: 20 (5) ↑
[Body]: 41 [21] ↑
Caressing his chest, the young man’s fingers traced the familiar pattern, feeling the subtle transformation beneath his coat where the [Dragon Emblem] was.
Lifting the lapel for a look, a silvery white texture filled his view, causing Zhu Haomiao to let out a satisfied sigh.
Silver Rank!
Finally surpassed the most perilous hibernation period, now able to freely undertake so activities!
Just as he pondered how to kick off his main duties, eradicate the local gangs and restore peace to [Lechang Square], his smile suddenly froze on his face as he turned his head toward the rear courtyard.
In the next second, a deep voice shout ca from the rear courtyard.
"Who are you?"
"Stop!"
"Soone’s breaking into the prison!!!"
Swoosh~
His figure transford into a blur, disappearing from where he stood, and within monts, Zhu Haomiao dashed into the rear courtyard, seeing a brawny, black-faced giant over two ters tall, whose entire muscular bulk struck an arrest officer, sending him flying with blood spurting, crashing hard against a wall.
Witnessing the black-faced giant maliciously sneer, lifting his hand ready to execute the critically wounded officer, a glint of cold light flashed in Zhu Haomiao’s eyes. He twisted his waist and swung his arm, shooting out a dazzling streak.
[Flying Radiance Skill·Star Fall]!
[Armor Breaking Force·Triumph]!
Over a dozen ters away, the black-faced giant felt a chill down his back, without hesitation he abandoned his nearby enemy, countering with a punch.
Clang!
The slender steel needle was knocked aside by the force of the punch, with its sharp tip leaving a scar on the skin of the tal-sheened hand.
With a motion of his hand, the spinning steel needle flying upwards seed to be invisibly drawn, arcing through the air to return to Zhu Haomiao’s fingers.
On the other end, watching the mysterious, handso-faced young man with strange aura approaching step by step, a hint of apprehension flashed in the black-faced giant’s eyes.
Vaguely, he sensed an overwhelming pressure.
It was as if what he was approaching wasn’t a slender and elegant young man, but a colossal mountain ready to topple!
This power...
Damn it!
Wasn’t the intelligence saying at most Seventh Rank?
How could there be a Sixth Rank youthful prodigy?!
In a brief instant of remote engagent, the black-faced giant discerned Zhu Haomiao’s strength though he wasn’t excessively flustered.
As a seasoned Sixth-Rank Martial Artist who had road Jianghu for years, he knew that limited by age and experience, these youthful prodigies might possess rich theoretical knowledge but have relatively weaker actual combat experience. With caution, they wouldn’t be too hard to deal with.
Besides, his purpose here was to break into the prison and rescue, no need to get entangled with him.
As the black-faced giant kept his gaze fixed on Zhu Haomiao while slowly edging toward the prison door, the subordinates following the young man’s steps arrived, faces lighting up with joy as they rushed into the battlefield without hesitation, launching an attack on the black-faced giant.
"Brazen villain, prepare to die!!"
Watching these gleeful, fearless arrest officers swarm towards him, the black-faced giant was full of questions.
Who exactly is their commander?
So valiant?!
He had supposedly demonstrated the aura of a Sixth Rank expert, any of them with a modicum of Spiritual Wisdom should have retreated by now.
Punching a constable into gory flight, the black-faced giant watched him drop the broken knife in his hand, take the weapon handed over by a colleague, and charge again, overco with an unparalleled shock.
He had road Jianghu for years and had never seen such relentless constables!
And the best part wasn’t that just one person was like this; everyone besieging him had this sa fearless, determined expression.
Fighting like this for just a few taels of silver a month?!
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