Xu Ping'an soared through the sky, feeling much lighter than before.
The explosive strength in his body made the density of his flesh incredibly massive.
Logically, his weight should now be more than ten times what it had been, but he felt as light as a feather.
Moreover, with a casual grasp, he could burst the very void.
This powerful sensation filled him with an incomparable sense of exhilaration.
"They should all be waiting there for me," Xu Ping'an chuckled lightly, "With the Holy Sword in my hands, they can't activate the formation and can only watch helplessly."
With a step on the void, space shattered, and Xu Ping'an shot forward like an arrow released from its bowstring.
The mountains and trees beside him rapidly receded.
Even without the Azure Divine Feather, his speed had now surpassed the speed of sound.
Soon, Xu Ping'an arrived in front of the altar.
And his arrival had drawn the attention of many.
