Lin Xuan mobilized the Elemental Power in his body, circulating it frantically. His entire aura surged outwards, channeling through the Dragon Cloud Rod in his hand, poised to erupt at any moment.
He knew this would be a grueling fight. He had no intention of relying on the statue or the Soul Pearl; he wanted to see for himself what his true limits were.
Although both of those items belonged to him, he was determined to see what level his own power could reach. He wouldn't depend on external aids, only on the Martial Technique he had spent years cultivating!
"Hold out for the time it takes one incense stick to burn, and you will pass," a voice announced from all around.
'So I just need to last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn?' Lin Xuan now understood the condition for passing.
