Xuan Yi knew it from birth. He built the foundation at the age of three and formed the elixir at the age of seven. He was a true dragon that the Xuan family had not seen in thousands of years. The family favors him, the sect respects him, and everyone in the world says that this son will destroy Yuanying before he is twenty years old. But he has been stagnant at the peak of Jindan for three full years. No one knows where he is stuck, but his breath is becoming increasingly ordinary. Until the Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts Competition, the demon clan's genius defeated the saints of nine sects in a row, mocking the human race for having no one. Xuan Yi came through the air with a sword. Just one sword. Thousands of miles of cloud sea split, and the thunder in the sky was silent. He put away his sword and frowned: "Sorry, I didn't control my strength well, so I used 10% more."
