333 water floods the Big Buddha's knee

Shen Lian had considered avenging his father, but after assessing his own strength, he ultimately decided against it, knowing it would only lead to his death.

If his father, a Reach Profound Late Stage powerhouse, could be easily slain, what chance would he, a Condensing Evil Martial Artist, have?

He feared a mere flick of the opponent's finger would annihilate him.

As for the future, it looked even more daunting.

He was merely ranked just over two hundred on the Hidden Dragon List, and now he was approaching the prime of his life with his potential clearly in sight, unlikely to ever go beyond being a Reach Profound Martial Artist.

Forming a Heavenly Core was out of the question.

Unless a great fortune befell him.

What about Chen Yuan?

He was barely over twenty, much younger than him, already ranked in the top twenty of the Hidden Dragon List with a high chance of forming a Heavenly Core as long as he didn't fall prematurely.