Xu Zimei generally favored those who created their own martial techniques or cultivation techniques.
Because what this world needs is new blood.
What is needed are strong individuals who forge their own path.
Rather than always practicing the teachings left by the older generations.
If everyone practiced in the same way, then how could the practice flourish?
Therefore, upon hearing the phrase 'Hundred Weapons Pierce the Heavens,' Xu Zimei naturally wanted to take a look.
...…
Pojun's eyes were slightly closed.
The powerful forces around him continuously poured onto himself.
His body, forged over countless years and into countless weapons, now had a dim glow surging from within.
"This guy is crazy; he's gathered all the essences of his weapons."
"Doing this will kill him. These talented disciples are all madmen, aren't they."
The audience below didn't understand and whispered among themselves.
The essence is the core of a weapon.
