Legend of the Fire Warrior (Zhao Ling)
Zhao Ling is someone extremely famous in the Golden Sky Continent because, at a very young age, he managed to reach the Holy Warrior Realm, which usually requires at least a hundred years.
Zhao Ling is not only known as the youngest Holy Warrior but also received the nickname Fire Warrior because he possesses three heavenly flames out of a hundred types of heavenly flames. Moreover, he is also known as the youngest Level 7 Alchemist ever existed in the Golden Sky Continent.
However, when he wanted to elevate his cultivation to the Earth Warrior Realm, he failed in the breakthrough because he could not withstand the Lightning of Suffering.
But when he thought he died under that lightning, it turned out he was wrong; he revived in the body of a worthless youth from the Zhao clan, who shares his name.
To find out what happens next, continue following the legend of the Fire Warrior (Zhao Ling).
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When Silence Speaks
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