Chapter 92: Kowtow Before Daddy!
Li Yuan and Zhu Huang, two adventurous young cultivators from the Limitless Pill Sect, were caught off guard by how enthusiastic their fast-approaching opponent in the fog sounded.
Both of them were expecting to be greeted with a violent storm of weapons and Mystic Arts at this stage of the inheritance test. After all, they had been attacked twice so far; both times their opponents had used crudely created law fragments.
After beating those bastards up, they had managed to extract some clues about the rules of this stage of the inheritance test.
Li Yuan and Zhu Huang were from a sect that used similar law techniques to increase their ability to create better pills. So it was somewhat advantageous to them, having a large amount of past experience on using them to affect somebody.
This was the reason why, despite having cultivated alchemic expertise instead of battle techniques, they could steamroll their way through the second stage so easily.
Of course, they did not have the ability to use law fragments to win every battle. Even activating one law fragment was hard enough. The majority of the cultivators who had reached the second stage of the inheritance test had spent all of their resources to fuel the law fragments protecting them from the fog.
And this is where the competition started. The second stage of the test required one to collect power sources to activate law fragments, in other words, the floating emerald orbs in this particular area of the fog.
These emerald orbs functioned differently from the red ones. The emerald orbs were like tiny banks of power sources. Whoever could collect one would be able to fuel their law fragments and easily win the upcoming battles.
Li Yuan and Zhu Huang had worked together seamlessly since then, and managed to gather two emerald orbs; approximately enough to activate at least ten law fragments. Both of them had been feeling jubilant when they heard the shout coming from their back.
"Kowtow before daddy!"
The shout was uncannily unnerving when it came from a roiling mass of fog, each syllable increasing in volume as if to establish the fact that the owner of the voice was moving toward them fast.