"Skill Level +1"
Accompanied by a fleeting iron-grey arc of light, the translucent character flashed before his eyes.
The hands gripping the sword hilt seemed to still feel the intermittent resistance from those three impacts.
The airwave surged behind him, and the soft forest floor seemed to be split open by an invisible plow, spewing up dirt and leaving a deep mark.
Following the inertia created by the sword blade slicing through the air, Xia Nan spun around smoothly.
The sword tip, glimmering with cold light, lightly touched the ground.
"Slash!"
The severed openings spewed blood, and three heads spun out from above their necks.
Originating from the Northern Highlands, a barbarian tribe with an ancient heritage, whose special battle skills were taught personally by nearly Legendary Extraordinary Strong individuals guided by the cold wind.
Both the intensity and appropriateness.
Have almost reached the limit of Xia Nan's current capabilities.
