Zhao Chi asked, "Yang Xiong, you were just telling me you've gotten stronger?"
At his words, the mood immediately lifted.
Yang Xiong looked proud—or perhaps it was just confidence.
Even Cao Feng sat up a little straighter.
Yang Xiong grinned. "Haha, Zhao Chi, you have no idea. Not only did my family give me a ton of resources, but I also got a Racial Bloodline and a World Stone from destroying a territory. How badass is that?"
"For real?"
That was truly impressive—or at the very least, incredibly lucky.
To date, Zhao Chi had only managed to get 1 World Stone.
Racial Bloodlines from destroying territories were also incredibly rare.
"Of course it's real! But I didn't use the World Stone; I sold it. I've never seen so much money in my entire life, and it's all under my own control!"
Yang Xiong, getting worked up, downed another cup.
