97 The Annual Hall Tournament.

Elder Jing stared at Zhaoran with widened eyes.

"Y-You have broken through?" He asked with a shaky voice.

"Yes, Elder Jing," Zhaoran nodded with a confident grin on his face.

He had been obsessed with his breakthrough to the Condensing Reality that it had turned into a heart demon for him.

But who would have expected that under Caleb Li's insane training regime.

His breakthrough came easy as if he was drinking water.

Apart from that, he had honed his battle sense, and he was sure if he was to face a Rank-2 Condensing Reality expert, he wouldn't lose miserably.

Besides, what excited him the most was the thought of participating in tomorrow's tournament.

He had been waiting for three years to join the tournament, but the bad state of the Sky Hall did not enable him to join the tournament.

Now, he had the chance, and he was not going to join as a mere Warrior but as a Condensing Reality expert.