September 15th.
Tomorrow was the grand wedding. Yang Tian lay on his bed, too excited to sleep.
Yang Tian took out a five-colored level nine beast core and looked at the light above his head.
This beast core was slightly different from the other beast cores. It was somewhat transparent. The light passed through the Beast Core and projected faint, five-colored light spots on Yang Tian’s face.
“Little Dragon, after we get married, I’ll swallow this beast core. Then, we’ll go to the bottom of the sea to hunt a level ten mutated beast. I wonder what a level ten beast core will look like.”
Yang Tian turned his head and looked at the little azure dragon lying by his pillow, saying with a smile.
If it was on land, a level ten mutated beast wouldn’t be difficult to deal with. However, at the bottom of the sea, the water would hinder the movement of the martial artists, restricting their movement speed.
