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Two streaks of Escape Light,
one dark and gloomy, the other azure and sharp. They chased each other across the land, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
"Little Martial Uncle... a true Sword Cultivator indeed."
Li Qingyun couldn't help but sigh.
He ultimately had to face the frontline himself, against the siege of numerous Xuetu Hall cultivators in the later stages of Qi refining, covered in wounds, yet he ultimately survived, slaying three at the peak of Qi practicing.
But compared to the other, that amounted to nothing.
He had once harbored thoughts of competing, but now he could no longer muster the will.
Unless... he advanced to foundation building!
A glint of fighting spirit appeared in Li Qingyun's eyes.
Compared to his incomplete Xiantian Sword Body, the only advantage he had was his Sky Spiritual Root—his future was bright, with a clear path ahead and no uncertainties.
