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Chapter 541: Never Underestimate Any Class · Oct 20, 2026

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501 Chapter 501: Atavistic Bloodlines Are Nothing Special 2026-10-20
502 Chapter 502: Dragon Emperor’s Palm Strike; Law Crystal 2026-10-20
503 Chapter 503: The Derivative Blood Pool 2026-10-20
504 Chapter 504: You Haven’t Passed My Test 2026-10-20
505 Chapter 505: Trading Questions And Answers Like Old Friends 2026-10-20
506 Chapter 506: Black Dragon Guild, Get Out Here and Die! 2026-10-20
507 Chapter 507: I’ll Be Sending You Both To The Afterlife 2026-10-20
508 Chapter 508: Being Targeted 2026-10-20
509 Chapter 509: If This Happens Again, The Sakura Kingdom Will Be Wiped Out 2026-10-20
510 Chapter 510: Divine Stone Dungeon; Matchmaking Event 2026-10-20
511 Chapter 511: Kunlun Divine Palace; Hidden Dungeon 2026-10-20
512 Chapter 512: Gao Yang Met With An Accident 2026-10-20
513 Chapter 513: I’ll Return Your Son To You Completely Healed 2026-10-20
514 Chapter 514: The True Culprit: Soul-Devouring Beast 2026-10-20
515 Chapter 515: This Is A Disaster 2026-10-20
516 Chapter 516: Disaster And Fortune Are Often Two Sides Of The Same Coin 2026-10-20
517 Chapter 517: What Kind Of Ridiculous Goddamn Luck Do You Have, Kid? 2026-10-20
518 Chapter 518: The Human Race Needs A Top-Tier Powerhouse 2026-10-20
519 Chapter 519: Who Really Got the Better Deal? Hard to Say 2026-10-20
520 Chapter 520: The Times Have Changed, And So Have People’s Hearts 2026-10-20
521 Chapter 521: Miracles Had Always Existed 2026-10-20
522 Chapter 522: I Hope Days Like This Can Last 2026-10-20
523 Chapter 523: Might Makes Right 2026-10-20
524 Chapter 524: Bonus Reward: Kunlun Snow Grass 2026-10-20
525 Chapter 525: Soloing This Dungeon Isn’t Impossible 2026-10-20
526 Chapter 526: Do You Know What It Means To Be A Three-Star Godly General? 2026-10-20
527 Chapter 527: Those Who Had Listened Had Lived 2026-10-20
528 Chapter 528: If Anyone Whines, I’ll Punch Them 2026-10-20
529 Chapter 529: Oh Great, Here Comes Another One 2026-10-20
530 Chapter 530: A Small Warning 2026-10-20
531 Chapter 531: You Don’t Want To Mess With Any Of them 2026-10-20
532 Chapter 532: Miss Mo Yun, My Ass 2026-10-20
533 Chapter 533: Light God’s Feather 2026-10-20
534 Chapter 534: It’s Not Like I’m Trying To Be His Wife 2026-10-20
535 Chapter 535: Think About The Consequences Before You Act 2026-10-20
536 Chapter 536: You Won’t Stand A Chance Even If You’re Reincarnated Ten Times 2026-10-20
537 Chapter 537: I Won’t Hold Him Back 2026-10-20
538 Chapter 538: I’ll Send Him On His Way, And Put An End To Your Wishful Thinking 2026-10-20
539 Chapter 539: Selecting The Strong From Among The Weak 2026-10-20
540 Chapter 540: Good Thing I Was Born Earlier 2026-10-20
541 Chapter 541: Never Underestimate Any Class 2026-10-20
542 Chapter 542: Unique Class: Battle Concocter 2026-10-20
543 Chapter 543: How Many Can Truly Understand 2026-10-20
544 Chapter 544: The Ninth Level Is Not The End 2026-10-20
545 Chapter 545: The Class Users Of The Previous Age Were This Strong? 2026-10-20
546 Chapter 546: Legendary Treasure 2026-10-20
547 Chapter 547: I’m Not Mute 2026-10-20
548 Chapter 548: The Difference Between Transcendent God-Level Powerhouses Is Vast 2026-10-20
549 Chapter 549: Return After Becoming A Transcendent God-Level Powerhouse 2026-10-20
550 Chapter 550: When I Hit Level 70, Come Marry Me 2026-10-20

The dungeon ran in batches of one hundred participants, one after another.

Few ever reached the ninth level, and those who did rarely lasted more than five minutes.

The highest score achieved was 85 points—just short of the 90 required.

Lin Moyu had seen how the four tigers in the final level spawned faster and faster.

Every two or three seconds, another appeared, inevitably surrounding the challenger until defeat was unavoidable.

Anyone who made it that far was already considered exceptional.

Another group entered.

Meng Anwen pointed to a screen, “Doesn’t this one look familiar?”

On it, a man with a sword on his back radiated an aura as sharp as his weapon.

His mastery of his class was evident, reaching the realm of man and sword as one.

Lin Moyu glanced over, “He does look familiar. His temperament is like Senior Feng Chang’an’s.”

Meng Anwen chuckled, “That’s Feng Xuan, the most outstanding talent of the Feng Family’s current generation—and elder brother to your classmate, Feng Xiu.

“Old Bai and I have been watching him. If anyone from the Feng Family is destined for reached God-level, it’s him.”

Lin Moyu nodded. Feng Xuan’s presence alone set him apart.

Now, inside the dungeon, his brilliance flared even brighter.

Lin Moyu couldn’t help but wonder if Feng Xuan would be the first to break 90 points in this Divine Stone Dungeon event.

The challenge began. The first and second levels posed no obstacle to any of the challengers.

Feng Xuan swept through them with ease.

On the third level, as the wind tiger appeared, Feng Xuan drew his sword.

A sword light over ten meters long illuminated the dungeon.

When it faded, his sword was already sheathed, while the tiger’s head rolled to the ground.

“An amazing strike.” Lin Moyu murmured.

It was a perfect fusion of power and skill, executed with mastery.

Meng Anwen nodded, “The Feng Family has produced another prodigy. To reach such heights of swordsmanship at merely level 62, truly remarkable.”

His voice carried, as though meant for Sword God Feng Chang’an to hear.

Others were full of praise as well.

Feng Chang’an beamed with pride, clearly delighted by Feng Xuan’s performance.

Yet he glanced at Lin Moyu and sighed, “If not for him, Feng Xuan might have ruled an era. What a pity.”

Feng Chang’an knew better than anyone how powerful Lin Moyu was.

He had witnessed every detail of Lin Moyu’s feats in Shenxia City. Compared to him, Feng Xuan indeed fell short.

Inside the dungeon, Feng Xuan cut through one level after another. No matter how many tigers appeared, a single sword strike felled them all.

By the eighth level, four tigers fused into a massive boss.

With a burst of momentum, Feng Xuan unleashed brilliant sword light.

For ten seconds, the dungeon blazed with sword light, arcs of fire and lightning shooting through the space.

The fused boss collapsed instantly, and Feng Xuan advanced into the ninth level.

By then, all other challengers had been eliminated. He alone remained.

The spectators held their breath as the ninth trial began.

Four level 62 tigers encircled Feng Xuan.

The dungeon pulsed with wind, fire, water, and lightning elements, further empowering the tigers.

Feng Xuan didn’t retreat, but pressed on. His sword flashed, and the wind tiger’s head fell.

He could kill monsters of his own level in a single strike, but such power was draining.

The moment the wind tiger fell, another wind tiger appeared in the air—this one at level 63, one level above Feng Xuan himself.

The other three tigers struck in unison.

Fireballs rained from above as Feng Xuan darted between them with quick, precise movements.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning, swift and unavoidable, slammed into him, his body jolting with numbness.

Frost crept over his skin, locking his movements further.

The fireballs, as if sentient, swarmed toward him in a tight cluster before erupting in a series of fiery explosions.

With a shout, Feng Xuan broke out with sword light, blasting the incoming attacks away.

He charged through the explosions and then beheaded the fire tiger in a single stroke.

Barely ten seconds had passed since the battle started.

Another level 63 tiger appeared in the air.

A new tiger spawned every five seconds.

Just running wasn’t an option, not if you wanted to last.

The dungeon was spacious, but not endless; eventually, you’d be cornered.

Feng Xuan knew one thing clearly: he had to kill fast, or he wouldn’t make it.

He turned sharply, sword flashing twice. Sword qi erupted, tearing through the water and lightning tigers in a single breath.

Taking down two tigers at once wasn’t easy. The strain pressed heavily on him.

That technique consumed all his power—he couldn’t use it successively.

Feng Xuan panted, his forehead slick with sweat.

From the viewing stands, Feng Chang’an frowned.

Meng Anwen murmured, “He lacks experience. Too impatient.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “It’s fine. He can still turn this around—if he figures it out.”

His combat experience far exceeded Feng Xuan’s.

With just one glance, he had already seen the flaw in Feng Xuan’s approach, and how to correct it.

The wind howled. Another attack closed in.

For the first time, Feng Xuan chose to retreat. He didn’t swing his sword.

He began weaving between strikes as more tigers spawned, twelve every minute.

Five minutes passed. Sixty tigers now filled the dungeon, the latest ones already level 65, three levels above him.

Feng Xuan hadn’t countered once. He only dodged, slipping away again and again.

Just as everyone thought him finished, his sword blazed to life.

The same devastating technique from the eighth level erupted, flooding the dungeon in radiant light.

Twin arcs of sword qi thundered out, drowning the battlefield in brilliance.

When the light receded, more than half the tigers lay slain, clearing a section of the dungeon.

“He figured it out!” Lin Moyu chuckled.

The strike bought Feng Xuan a moment’s breath, and he immediately went back to dodging.

The tigers that spawned next were stronger, higher in level, and appeared with increasing frequency.

Feng Xuan didn’t hesitate. Before new tigers spawned, he dashed forward and cut down another dozen or so already-wounded tigers, making the most of every second.

In mere moments, he achieved maximum impact, buying himself precious time.

Then, without hesitation, he withdrew like the wind.

No one mocked him. This was strategy, not cowardice.

Time trickled by.

At last, Feng Xuan reached his limit, surrounded by tigers once more, with nowhere to run.

He fought savagely, holding on for another thirty seconds before finally being eliminated.

His score shimmered, then locked at 90—the highest anyone had achieved since the Divine Stone Dungeon opened this time.

Upon leaving, Feng Xuan found a stone had appeared within his spirit world.

[Talent Divine Stone (incomplete)]: has a 30% chance of awakening a talent during the third class awakening]

A faint smile touched his lips as he returned to the viewing stands.

Admiration filled the gazes around him. Hundreds had entered since the dungeon’s opening, yet he alone had succeeded.

“Next group!” The commanding voice of the God-level powerhouse rippled through the crowd.

Ning Yiyi bounced up, exclaiming, “It’s my turn!”

Mo Yun and Shu Han also rose, “We’re up too.”

Lin Moyu blinked, “Senior Shu, aren’t you a Concocter?”

Meng Anwen chuckled, “Who said Concocters can’t fight?”

Zhu Qingliu laughed, “Moyu, don’t underestimate support classes. Some of them can fight just fine. Take us Healers, for example. At God-level, we can slay Demons as easily as your teacher.”

A chill pricked Lin Moyu’s heart. He remembered a line he’d once read: Never underestimate any class. At God-level, every class holds the power to make the impossible, possible.

God-level was a threshold, the first great barrier in the path of class users.

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