If he could comprehend a thing or two, his cultivation would definitely soar.
"I've lost,"
Chu Yuanxi's right hand trembled slightly, as if it was spasming. She cupped her hands with great difficulty and made way for him.
"With the formation's power, even a fourth-rank martial artist would be killed by your sword." Cao Qingyang gave him a very high evaluation.
He flicked his sleeves and continued to walk deeper in. Not long after, he saw the little black-skinned Lina from the southern border.
"So this trial is about strength?" Cao Qingyang had seen through her identity with a single glance.
"I'll also only throw one punch." Leena glared at him.
"Straightforward." Cao Qingyang laughed.
Leena stopped talking. She took a deep breath and began to gather her power.
Her chest heaved up and down slightly, then up and down violently. A strong wind blew from the ground, and every breath she took caused an exaggerated airflow movement.
