The entire morning, Bai Xiao was accelerating the refinement of the ninety-nine qi holes. He could feel that his originally indestructible solid-state qi was becoming more condensed, becoming more formidable. It was like a piece of extraterrestrial black iron, reforged in the furnace and hammered repeatedly, expelling all impurities. In the end, what remained was a peerless divine weapon shining with a cold light.
Eleven thirty in the morning.
In the Martial Arts Arena, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up.
Instantly, from all directions, platinum-colored currents of air that resembled Geng Metal Sword Qi surged back, like swallows returning to their nest, forming a massive vortex around Bai Xiao. Even the clouds in the sky seemed like they were about to be torn down.
The rumbling vibration caused the ground to tremble slightly for a moment.
"Sss..."
Bai Xiao opened his eyes, two streams of hot air slowly exhaling from his nostrils.
