Qi Bell Seventh Layer. Zheng Ming, under the pressure of the Nine-Colored Glazed Body, pushed his previously lagging Golden Bell Shield directly to the seventh layer of the Qi Bell.
The young man in white's expression had become somewhat unsightly. He had originally thought that this opponent was merely an ant. No, a somewhat stronger ant, which he could suppress with a mere flick of his hand.
Yet, he hadn't expected that this ant would be much stronger than he had imagined. Under his own pressure, the ant was advancing.
While ordinary people might sense Zheng Ming's continuously growing power, Yao Le Xuanji, who was battling Zheng Ming, could distinctly feel Zheng Ming's real progress.
This was a progression where each step equated to a completely different realm.
Yao Le Xuanji held himself in high esteem and couldn't tolerate anyone matching him, let alone a person without the Golden Bloodline showing to match him.