Absurd Village.
Severed limbs and arms lay scattered in heaps. Four shadows intertwined frenziedly. Fists and feet collided with dull thumps, like relentless, roaring thunder.
Alone, Qi Xiu faced the onslaught of three Corpse Children. His eyes were sharp, and he pushed his Crimson Sand Palm and Swallow Soar techniques to their absolute limits. Each engagement at this moment resembled a hammer striking hot iron, with the resulting insights splashing like sparks. Bursts of Divine Marvel surged from within him. Every cell, organ, piece of flesh, and bone in his body rejoiced, voraciously absorbing this Divine Marvel, strengthening him and advancing his cultivation. The aura emanating from his pores changed with every passing moment. He was like a small plant on fast-forward, growing visibly with each passing second.
