As if his joy was the sword's joy, his anger the sword's anger.
The sword dance gradually ended, and the Crimson Cloud Sword in his mind also vanished into his belly, continuously spiraling among the clouds, absorbing the white breath.
Then it transformed into a crimson red, and just by perceiving these crimson hues, Liang Hui felt the heat and sharpness.
He reached out with his palm and a flash of crimson passed by, splitting the tree in front of him in two instantly.
He stepped forward slowly, touching the charred fracture, feeling the heat that came from his palm.
"Is this Seal Script, is this mana?"
"Truly favored by the heavens! No wonder those who master Seal Script can fight against Marrow Refining and Bone Refining Martial Artists."
He exerted force with his palm, shattering the remaining trunk and, after erasing the traces,
casually walked to the edge of the mountains and rivers, looking down at the jungle below.
After a moment, he directed his gaze southward.
