"Points...points! Look at the points!" someone shouted, pointing tremblingly at the light screen in the air.
Xiao Chen's points are jumping rapidly—
[Points +1000!]
The original score instantly soared by 1000! Far exceeding everyone else present!
The cultivators from the Southern Region were stunned at first, then erupted in thunderous cheers:
"We won! We, the Southern Region, have won!"
"Xiao Chen! Well done!"
"Who says the Southern Region has no one? That shot was well done!"
The cultivators from the Eastern and Western Regions had complex expressions, and their eyes were filled with awe as they looked at Xiao Chen—someone who could single-handedly kill a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator was a core member of even the top sects!
Xiao Chen ignored the cheers around him. He walked to the edge of the pool, looked at the dragon's corpse sinking to the bottom, and then looked at his slightly trembling hand. A faint smile appeared on his lips. He had held back his strength with the last shot. Otherwise, with his true strength, he wouldn't have been in such a "miserable" state.
Exposing one's full strength under the watchful eyes of so many cultivators would be unwise, especially with the Xuan Tian Sect members lurking in the shadows.
He took out a cyan pill from his storage bag—the "Qi-restoring pill" that Lin Zhou had given him. He had been reluctant to use it before, but now he could use it to "restore" his spiritual power.
The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and the warm spiritual energy flowed throughout his body. He deliberately slowed down the rate of absorption, making his complexion appear to recover more slowly, still showing signs of exhaustion and paleness.
"This pill..." As Xiao Chen felt his spiritual energy recover, he suddenly remembered Lin Zhou's words.
Before setting off, Lin Zhou handed him a bottle of Qi-restoring pills and said lazily, "I've refined quite a few of these. Use them sparingly. If you run out, just let me know and I'll refine another batch for you."
At the time, I thought it was just something my master said casually, but now I understand how precious these pills are—ordinary cultivators would treasure even one, but my master has "refined quite a few" and can "refine another batch."
The mystery and power of one's own master seem to be forever unfathomable.
"Thank you, Master," Xiao Chen murmured to himself, gripping the rusty iron spear tightly.
Just then, a faint light suddenly appeared at the bottom of the pool, and a small purple grass growing in the crack of the rock slowly rose to the surface as the dragon died—it was the thousand-year-old dragon saliva grass!
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the dragon's saliva grass, and a greedy glint ignited in their eyes once more.
Xiao Chen looked up and coldly swept his gaze across the entire room.
The wind blew again from Jiaolong Pool, carrying moisture and a faint smell of blood. Xiao Chen stood by the pool, leaning on his gun. Although his figure was "disheveled," he exuded an aura of authority that no one dared to provoke.
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