After Wang Teng and Yue Qiqiao entered the rain, they separated and started their own cultivation.
Wang Teng walked amid the rain curtain, feeling the gentle drizzle of raindrops falling from the sky.
In his eyes, the rainwater seemed to transform into countless tiny sharp swords. As they fell, the shape of the raindrops gradually turned into that of swords, splashing and spreading on the ground.
Some distance away, Yue Qiqiao looked at her skin and felt a sharp pain.
She didn't train her physical body specially but as a celestial stage martial warrior, normal pain shouldn't be able to hurt her.
Yet, she felt a slight pain. This was unbelievable.
Wang Teng looked at his arm. He didn't feel anything when the rain fell on it. It was like he got bitten by an ant.
This was the benefit of having a strong physical body.
This was the Sword Storm Plain.
