With that slash, Huang Tian had spent a considerable amount of true qi. He sat down where he stood and began regulating his breath. As his chest rose and fell slowly, spiritual energy surged toward him from all around.
Tie Chong and the others did not dare disturb him. They walked in amazement to the edge of the enormous trench his slash had carved.
Looking at the long, deep trench, which still radiated fierce blade energy, they drew a quiet breath.
"That slash looked like it cut a hole in the sky! It wasn't even aimed at me, but I was so scared I nearly lost control of my blood and qi and suffered a cultivation backlash. If it had come straight at me, I reckon I'd have been cut in half before the blade force even reached me..."
"Haha, Old Guan, why would the commander need an ox cleaver to kill you? One puff from him and you'd burst!"
"That's true. When Zhang Yu and the others from the Flying Swan Sect ambushed him, didn't the commander blast them in all directions with a single Lion's Roar Technique?"
"Go on! We're all Martial Guards. Why would the commander attack us?"
"The commander was already incredibly strong. Now he's had an epiphany and seems to have grasped a new move. He must be even stronger..."
"..."
As the others murmured among themselves, Huang Tian regulated his breath and opened the switch on his perception.
Whoosh~
Countless voices flooded his ears, and lines of every color appeared before his eyes.
As usual, he started with the black lines, those most concerned with him.
He picked the darkest one. With a shift of his gaze, he peered across the distance, and a scene appeared before him:
A guest room in an inn.