When he opened his eyes, Lin Xuan became the only loser in the school.
0 Points for power awakening, the instrument coldly announced: Ordinary people.
Laughter filled the audience, and even the teacher shook his head.
But he said nothing.
Only he himself knew that what was in his body was not some supernatural power - it was the Mahayana Immortal Essence that had been cultivated for thousands of years.
That crappy instrument can test the immortal bones with ordinary iron, but it can detect nothing.
Three days later, A-level ferocious beasts raided the city, leaving all those with superpowers to die.
Lin Xuan stood up.
An invisible sword energy shot out from his fingertips, and the beast's head exploded on the spot.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
But the boy who was ridiculed as "only worthy of entering the factory" just took his hand back and said lightly: "It's fixed."
From then on, the genius bowed his head and the aristocratic family shut up.
As his system of cultivating immortals spread step by step, he personally pressed the end button of that era of super powers that was so prosperous.
Reader comments
The protagonist is not even a foundation builder, nor does he say how many levels of Qi he has practiced, nor how much spiritual energy he has. The protagonist is just a murderer with a machete in his pocket and chopping vegetables. He almost died when he met Mr. Black later. I don't know what the protagonist's attitude is? He looked like he was the best in the world and no one else was inferior to him. You've written the main character for me. At least you can give me some golden fingers or something, and even a foundation-building monster won't be able to deal with it.
The protagonist is not even a foundation builder, nor does he say how many levels of Qi he has practiced, nor how much spiritual energy he has. The protagonist is just a murderer with a machete in his pocket and chopping vegetables. He almost died when he met Mr. Black later. I don't know what the protagonist's attitude is? He looked like he was the best in the world and no one else was inferior to him. You've written the main character for me. At least you can give me some golden fingers or something, and even a foundation-building monster won't be able to deal with it.