The two left the Martial Arts Pavilion and returned once again to the Dragon Abyss Pavilion's Pocket World Blessed Land, an immense and primitively powerful comprehensive training ground.
Just upon entering, they heard deafening shouts and the explosive sounds of energy clashes.
Chu Kuanglan was bare-chested, his bronzed upper body glistening in the light as he hefted a black boulder the size of a small car near a lava trench, standing in a horse stance. His muscles knotted like cast steel, perspiration evaporating into white smoke from the heat before it even seeped from his pores, letting out a low roar, evidently honing some extremely domineering Hard Skills.
