In terms of skill, ten Ying Qis would not be a match for Shen Changyuan, but a life can only end one way—death upon defeat!
"If young Qin wins the top spot in the Hundred Powers Tournament, I would have no regrets. It's time to settle this old score with the Ying family, so Ying Lin doesn't keep stirring up trouble."
Old Zhang's eyelids drooped. At his age, he was buried up to his neck in yellow earth, surviving on sheer willpower.
The peers of his generation, those who died, died, those who went into hiding, hid, hardly any were left.
"If Nanhuang Daoist School could produce a Scorching Sun, my life would be worth it."
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Qin Shi's figure resembled a scorching sun, the reserves of his Cultivation Furnace erupted, like a sun leaping out of a sea of clouds, radiating intense light and heat.
