A Vow of Vengeance
Julian himself had advanced from the middle Silver Realm all the way to the middle Gold Realm in a single leap.
Feeling the power flowing through his limbs, he slowly clenched his fist.
The air around it rippled faintly.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
After this round of enhancement, their overall combat power had risen dramatically.
Two peak Gold Realm experts.
One middle Gold Realm expert.
Even the great households and major sects of the Old Martial Arts world would have to think twice before provoking such a lineup.
Yet Julian's expression soon became thoughtful again.
He wasn't completely satisfied.
The image shown by the Heavenly Law Seed still lingered in his mind.
Steffan.
The mysterious golden seed.
Two opponents standing at the peak Gold Realm.
Against enemies like that...
Was this really enough?
Julian leaned back in his chair.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.
"I still need stronger allies..."
