The next morning, Chu Feng awoke feeling exceptionally refreshed and energetic after a sound night's sleep.
It even felt as if the circulation speed of his Spiritual Power had quickened slightly.
Unable to sleep any longer, he gripped his Longsword and went to the base's training field, meticulously practicing his forms.
As he slowly swung the Longsword, a powerful sword intent suddenly descended, causing everyone in the training field who had risen early to practice to freeze instantly.
"Uh..."
Struggling, the crowd turned their heads to look at Chu Feng, who was practicing with his Longsword in a corner of the training field.
Even a few Exorcists of slightly lesser strength collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Er...!"
Noticing their distress, Chu Feng quickly stopped circulating his Spiritual Power.
Only then did his men let out a collective sigh of relief, slumping to the ground.
