Golden black Genesis Qi erupted from Chai Ying’s body like a storm. It was filled with a violent and ferocious aura, giving off an incredibly oppressive feeling.   

“Thirty-eight thousand Genesis Qi stars...”  

Zhou Yuan's face turned serious. The Genesis Qi foundation of other chief disciples, even if they had stepped into the ninth gate of heaven, was at most around 10,000. However, Chai Ying’s Genesis Qi stars were more than twice that of the other chief disciples. 

It was indeed true that the foundation of a Chosen mustn’t be underestimated.     

“You’re afraid now? But too bad, it’s too late for you now.”   

Chai Ying fixed a cold piercing glare on Zhou Yuan. He evidently interpreted the changes on Zhou Yuan's face as fear. His feet slammed downward suddenly, and countless strands of golden black Genesis Qi came roaring out.    

“Golden dipper qi!”   

Swoosh! Swoosh!   

Countless strands...