At the center of the blood-soaked courtyard, Yang Jing stood quietly in place. Vast, powerful true qi circulated slowly around him, his meridians surging.
Compared to his performance at the Jintai Grand Tournament, his strength had risen once again, surpassing even his peak condition back then.
Normally, a mere few days could never produce a perceptible improvement in strength.
But Yang Jing was different.
He had previously swallowed and refined the Six-Calamity Heaven Lotus Leaf, a supreme heavenly medicine containing boundless worldly essence. Its immense medicinal power cleansed his marrow, scoured his meridians, and condensed his true qi.
Vast quantities of pure medicinal power had settled into his limbs, meridians, dantian, flesh, and bones, slowly tempering his body and purifying his true qi day and night.
Under the constant nourishment and cleansing of that astonishing medicinal power, the foundation of his martial path improved imperceptibly at every moment. His body grew tougher, his true qi more condensed and pure, and his strength climbed steadily, advancing every day.
That was precisely how he had achieved such a dramatic increase in combat strength within a few short days, gaining terrifying power far beyond an ordinary true qi peak cultivator.
Yang Jing's eyes were cold as frost as he looked down at the five gravely wounded, bedraggled demon cultivators at his feet. Their auras were feeble, but he felt not the slightest pity.
These Demon Cult agents had stained their hands with the blood of innocent lives, committing countless sins, spreading havoc, brutalizing the common people, and perpetrating every kind of evil.
Against such bloodthirsty, ruthless fiends who had forsaken their humanity, he never needed to show mercy or hold back.
His aura surged explosively once more, and a chilling, murderous pressure spread throughout the courtyard!
True qi churned violently around Yang Jing,