Xiao Heng gripped the sword scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right, frantically mobilizing the energy within his body and pouring it into the sword.
The longsword within its scabbard grew increasingly violent, while Xiao Heng's own aura became ever more restrained. Lei Ying was somewhat surprised by the sight.
Seeing Xiao Heng's aura diminish further and further, Gu Qingyang and the others could not help but feel puzzled. "Xiao Heng is... nurturing some high-level Dou Technique? But when using a high-level Dou Technique, shouldn't he..."
"A treasured sword is sharpest while it remains sheathed. The more restrained it is now, the more dazzling its eruption will be." Before Gu Qingyang could finish, Xiao Yan interrupted him. His gaze at Xiao Heng grew increasingly grave. It sounded simple enough, but controlling it was far from easy. It required terrifyingly precise control, just like the Buddha's Rage Fire Lotus. There was no enormous spectacle in its early stages; even once formed, it was merely palm-sized. Yet once it erupted, its power...!
"What is this kid doing? Is he..."
"Shut up!" Lei Dong barked, cutting off Lei Yun beside him. Lei Yun and the others could not see it, but he could glimpse some of its intricacies. This Xiao Heng was truly terrifying. Setting everything else aside, this level of control alone far surpassed his own.
"This kid..." Gu Yuan was rather surprised. With his strength, he could naturally see Xiao Heng clearly. Xiao Heng's aura seemed to be declining, but that was only because he was pouring his power into the sword. The Dou Qi within Xiao Heng's body was flooding into it at a terrifying speed, and the power of this strike...
"Clan Leader Lei, please judge this sword strike...!" Xiao Heng clenched the hilt.