In the next moment, the azure True Qi within the dantian, under his guidance, surged rapidly along the meridians of his arm like an awakened snake, rushing straight to the palm.
With a swirl of his body, facing the old locust tree in the courtyard, he brought his right hand's five fingers together, transforming it into a sharp hand blade, and gently slashed forward.
This was not merely muscular exertion, but the instant infusion of that Inner Qi onto the edge of the palm.
"Swoosh!"
A sharp and clear sound suddenly resonated in the silent courtyard, as if a piece of cloth had been instantly torn apart.
Where the palm's edge directed, the air seemed forcibly torn open by an invisible sharp blade.
Just then, two withered yellow locust leaves drifted down, precisely passing the path before his palm's edge.
The two leaves were split in half without even a pause, the cuts remarkably smooth.
Afterward, they gently floated to the ground.
The entire courtyard fell utterly silent.
