Fang Han stood still in the center of the wilderness.
Sunlight spilled from the sky, stretching his shadow long. He took a deep breath.
Within his body, the dark green Inner Qi of the Cyan Wood Antitoxic Scripture began to surge and circulate.
The vast Inner Qi of the Late Stage of Second Grade circulated without reservation, roaring and surging through his meridians like a great river.
His physical strength of three hundred thousand catties was mobilized simultaneously, his bones and sinews humming in unison.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the Cloud Splitting Sword.
KLANG—
The sword sang like a dragon's cry, clear and melodious, instantly spreading across the entire wilderness.
His Wind Sword Intent erupted without reservation.
This time, the intensity of his Wind Sword Intent far surpassed any previous attempt.
A pale cyan brilliance suddenly flared up on the body of the sword.
