Crack!
A clear sound rang through the sky, overwhelming the sound of the storm. Even the thunder booming among the dark clouds was drowned out by the crack.
It was complete silence among the sea of dark storm clouds.
Fang Lang's heavy panting reverberated in his body. He was covered in blood and his eyes were red-tinged and a little crazed.
The suffocating presence of the Tang Code was so strong it made Fang Lang tremble.
The aura struck the deep parts of his soul. If Fang Lang could not endure this, he would likely end up like Wen Ting ten years ago. His will would be crushed and his sword drive destroyed!
However, Fang Lang was different from Wen Ting. Wen Ting was a genius who had never encountered struggles since he was young.
As for Fang Lang, he was not born a genius—he was only a white core. Even though with the help of the System, his core appeared purple to others, in reality, Fang Lang was still a white core.