C112

Inner Court, an empty training field. Dressed in a white robe, Pang Yin's gentle face, Chen Xuantong stood at the edge of the field.

In the middle of the arena, a young man who looked like an iron tower sent a War Puppet of Tao Soul Stage flying like a sandbag. Only then did the surging waves of Spiritual Energy within his body slowly subside.

The young man had a sturdy stature