Seven days later, the raging blizzard finally ceased. Morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and spilled over the snow-covered prefectural city, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.
The frozen river beyond the city gradually thawed, and the murmur of flowing water replaced the howl of wind and snow. This also meant that the Transforming Dragon Sect's grand selection was close at hand.
In the training grounds, Wang Yue wore only a thin fitted outfit, yet he felt no cold at all—only the scorching heat brought by the surging Blood Qi around him.
He gripped the Breaking Force Spear with both hands. The instant his feet struck the ground, his body shot upward, spear shadows rising like a dragon leaping from the sea and tearing through the air, weaving into a dense net of spears overhead.
The heavy fourth-tier spear was as light as nothing in his hands. Every swing carried immense force, possessing the fierce momentum to smash through a thousand soldiers without sacrificing agility.
As his arms whipped about, the moves from the general outline of the Seven Kill Army Breaking Spear poured forth at breathtaking speed, like thunder exploding as the spear tip shot straight ahead.
Then he shifted his stance. The spear flowed around his body like drifting clouds, its shaft parrying and dispersing force. Aside from lacking the support of a force net, his spear technique had already neared maturity. Every movement was rapidly climbing toward a higher realm.
As the spear's momentum unfolded, Wang Yue's Blood Qi and internal force began circulating at tremendous speed, repeatedly washing through his limbs and meridians like warm water, subtly tempering his flesh.
"Almost there," he muttered.
Ever since mastering six forms of internal force, his body had faintly touched upon a minor body-tempering threshold. The great sinews throughout his body