In truth, Xiang Shaoyun was currently in a cultivation room normally allocated to the Dong Clan Emperors. Constructed from emperor-grade materials and protected by formations, the room was absolutely sturdy. Using the nine-colored fog, he was able to easily create a hole in the wall. It was an astonishing display of destructiveness, and even he himself was stunned for a bit.

"Was the quality of this room so bad?" Xiang Shaoyun mused as he mustered all his strength and punched a different part of the wall.

Bang!

It was a punch surpassing the strength of a fifth-stage King, yet it did nothing to the wall. It was now obvious there was no issue with the wall.

"Huu. Looks like it was really due to the nine-colored...