Time flies like an arrow, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiannan Prefecture has entered the cold winter, and the land is desolate.
Su Que sat cross-legged in the cave, wearing only a single garment for practice, unafraid of the cold.
He shaped his right palm into a blade, channeling True Qi forward into the fingers.
The air in front of his right palm twisted, True Qi gathered, faintly forming a Sword Gang.
Above the Sword Gang, Demonic Qi rose.
If other martial artists were here, they would be intimidated by the Demonic Qi, feeling anxious and fearful.
His invisible Sword Gang stretched almost seven meters long.
This was because his currently gathered Gang Qi had a killing range close to seven meters.
He was holding his breath, striving to extend the killing range of the Gang Qi even further.
The air in front of his palm rippled, True Qi slowly gathered, dispersed, and cycled back and forth.
Gradually, the Sword Gang he could gather grew even longer.
