Back in his room, Mu Yang first sensed the spirit energy in his body. Today, in his state of anger, he successfully condensed the third Yuan of Six Yuan Profound Fist and used it to defeat Mu Gang. However, now, Mu Yang's body was filled with spirit energy, but he could only barely condense twenty percent force, and the third Yuan was completely impossible.
"It seems that only by fighting to the death can one stimulate their potential." Mu Yang sighed. When he was furious, attacking Mu Gang was undoubtedly a reckless move, and it was this reckless move that led to the successful appearance of the third Yuan.
A wave of drowsiness struck his mind. Mu Yang yawned, then lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.
The next day, before dawn, the stars were still shining. Mu Yang, who was deeply asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, then leaped up and appeared outside the room.