Under the watchful eyes of all, Pang Jian stood, sword in hand.
With the nurture of the Underground Spirit Vein and the unreserved nourishment from the Corrosion Boundary Vine, his injuries had completely healed.
Due to the presence of the Gold Friday Stone Veins, atop the Dantian Fragment Land within him, there now lay an additional golden mini-mountain.
That round Fierce Sun, too, had become tangible, its Power of the Sun growing even more refined.
In such a state, he was confident in suppressing Dazzling Shadow of the Devil Scale Tribe with ease, and he had no fear of this so-called God Son of the Yao Clan.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked towards the giant gateway behind Lie Yi, feeling the boundless heatwaves mingling with streaks of glaring brightness.
Within the brilliance of the sun, there were also fine particles falling onto the peaks of the Raging Sun Sect.
