After returning, Jiang Ping entered a state of grueling cultivation.
A month later, he officially broke through to the Seventh Rank.
"Golden Skin Iron Bone!"
He was radiant with vigor, his long hair flying.
As his body trembled slightly, his muscles and bones resonated with his flesh, gleaming in response. The Golden Robe draped over him became several shades more dazzling.
"With this, I can barely be said to have caught up to geniuses like Song Yuanshan, standing in the same realm."
Jiang Ping smiled.
He progressed quickly and possessed extraordinary talent. In less than a year, he had approached the level of top-twenty figures on the Martial Examination Ranking like Song Yuanshan.
It would not be long before he caught up to Chen An as well.
After briefly experiencing the power of the Seventh Rank, Jiang Ping began practicing his sword again.
In truth, his skill had broken through ahead of his cultivation, already reaching Master Seventy Percent!!
Clang!
A tyrannically powerful Sword Qi streaked through the air. The aura it gave off nearly distorted space itself, blurring the surrounding scenery.
Even Jiang Ping, its wielder, felt his heart pound with fear at that moment, sensing its deadly menace.
"So strong!" Jiang Ping praised.
Wearing a brand-new Golden Robe, he approached the Sword Qi. Yet before he came within half a meter of it, the Golden Robe he wore began to crack.
Crack!
As the cracking sounds rang out without end, dense fissures spread across Jiang Ping's Golden Robe.
He immediately stopped, startled out of his wits.
He had nearly—nearly injured himself.
Sword Qi at this level is too powerful. If I want to test my sword, I'll find Chen An when I get the chance. Jiang Ping felt a lingering chill in his heart.
Then, he withdrew the