As she trained, she somehow unknowingly developed Divine Sense, refining the Purple Thunder into her marrow. Now, even the True Gang Glazed Body might have turned purple.
"Could it be that she possesses the so-called Thunder Spirit Root, or perhaps, she has a very unusual physique?"
Chen Ping didn't have the tools to identify Spirit Roots, so he was merely guessing at this moment.
However, regardless of whether Han Xiaoru had any special Innate Talent, it was certainly a good thing.
In the past, he had vaguely sensed that this big girl's cultivation talent might surpass that of her father, Han Wushang, and now this was confirmed.
So it requires extreme practice after all.
Seeing the bamboo sword in Chen Ping's hand finally break under her own attack, and for the first time, not being hit by that bamboo sword on her body, feeling the soul-piercing pain, Han Xiaoru couldn't stop smiling.
"Junior Brother, am I awesome?"
As soon as she said this, she fell backward, fainting.
