SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Zhaang Ye's palm sliced through the air like a blade. Streaks of golden light shot out from his hand, carving massive gashes into the valley's towering stone walls.
Zhaang Ye repeatedly tested the power of his Celestial River Righteous Qi, and a smile crept onto his face. Forged from the fusion of three Ancient Powers, its might far exceeded his expectations. With his current strength, defeating the Sect Envoy Shi Shuanglong would be a simple matter.
'Excellent! To think my strength has improved again in just three short months! I'll continue soaking in the medicinal liquid to quickly consolidate my cultivation!'
