"There's no way I'm getting kicked out!"
Within the triple-layered world, Yang Zhen, bare-chested, emanated terrifying waves of power as quintessential pulses akin to dragons wildly course through his body.
Within his dantian, torrents of violent energy shattered all his meridians only to mend them again, turning his agony into a paroxysm of raw pain that threatened to chase away his consciousness.
This cycle battered Yang Zhen to near collapse!
This process had to be repeated a hundred times, a hundred damn times!
Yang Zhen was in so much pain he was on the verge of cursing, never had he suffered so much before. What puzzled him was, he didn't understand why the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower, for some reason, was attempting to eject him.
Did it want to throw me out just because I've slain a mythical beast? What is it thinking?
