"Alright, I think I've reached my limits too. We can go back to the outside world now," Xiao Ming said coolly, wiping the bloodstains from his mouth with the back of his hand.
His voice was calm, but his body told a different story—bruised, battered, and still radiating the faint remnants of the intense battle he had just endured.
Despite his injuries, there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He had tested his limits and come out stronger for it.
From what he had calculated, his strength was almost exactly where he had envisioned it to be. Beneath the Dao Soul Realm, he was practically invincible, capable of holding his own against all but the most talented geniuses—those rare individuals who could kill Yin Lords even at the Natal Soul Realm.
Xiao Ming knew he could achieve similar feats, but it would come at a great cost: a monstrous expenditure of energy and the risk of sustaining heavy injuries. Such battles were not to be taken lightly.
