Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Units of Strength!!

Even though the poem Bai Xing recited was anything but proper, it still produced the corresponding effect. Bai Xing could feel that, somehow, his luck seemed to have increased a little. His physical strength had also risen slightly. On the other side, Cell noticed this as well. It made his teeth itch with rage. Even if he racked his brains, he could not figure out what relationship Bai Xing had with these cultivators. Why did Bai Xing receive a corresponding boost whenever a cultivator died?