Three days later, in the Cultivation Room of Hidden Dragon Dojo, Xue Jing was practicing.
Positioned at the very center, he was cultivating the Armor Shaking Skill with an extremely slow speed and exceptional steadiness, without a tremor in his entire body.
Contrary to his stable motions, every slight movement and every light touch of his soles against the ground would cause the spacious room to tremble slightly.
At the moment, Xue Jing had Lightning Dragon Horns on his head and his body shimmered with silver-white electric arcs. With twenty times the normal gravitational force pressing down on him, his weight of nearly two hundred kilograms was close to four tons.
Yet, the flooring beneath his feet bore this terrifying weight with ease. Even when Xue Jing occasionally jumped and landed, the floor, which appeared to be solid wood, showed no signs of cracking or splintering.
