As the sky paled in the east, he suddenly rose, twisting his waist and hips into the opening stance of Vajra Upholding the Heavens.
A twang like a taut bowstring sounded from his shoulder blades and hip bones. The pores all over his body opened and closed with his breath, pulling the morning dew from a ten-zhang radius into a spiraling watery mist.
The moment the first ray of purple qi broke through the clouds, Xu Yunfan exhaled like thunder.
The white plume of air from his nostrils shot out ten zhang before slowly dissipating, yet his chest seemed to be a bottomless pit, devouring the East Coming Purple Qi.
Notifications for increased Skill Level in his Pure Yang Qi Skill began to pop up on his Attribute Panel. The veins beneath his skin suddenly took on a gilded sheen, as if molten gold were coursing through his blood.
