Thousandfold

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the final day of instruction.

Within the Yin-Yang Extremity, the Ice-Fire Tide still surged like colossal waves, its aura churning violently.

Boom!

A terrifying sword intent far surpassing the previous ones erupted from Lu Zhen and soared into the heavens.

Sixth-rank mid-grade technique, third layer of True Intent!

He had succeeded.

Lu Zhen opened his eyes, and they shone with a frightening brilliance.

"Go."

He softly uttered a single word and raised two fingers of his right hand toward the void.

In an instant, the hundreds of imperceptible Starry Sword Qi scattered around him collapsed inward.

A hundred strands, a thousand strands!

A full three thousand hair-thin sword threads were forcibly compressed into a space no larger than an inch.

That point of light, condensed to the absolute limit, resembled a dying star in its twilight years, crashing down in utter collapse.

Killing Strike, second form—Annihilation!

Boom!

The instant the point of light struck the ground, the entire incomparably solid Yin-Yang Extremity shuddered violently, while the air ahead was forcibly sucked into a zone of absolute vacuum.

Lu Zhen's eyes were full of delight as he withdrew his sword intent.

At the edge of the extremity.

Leng Qiu stood quietly.

That day, she had stood far away, nearly retreating into a corner at the edge of the formation.

She did not dare draw close.

"Big Sis Leng, why are you hiding so far away?" Lu Zhen strode over in high spirits.

In just a few steps, he had already closed in.

"Big Sis Leng." A smile lingered at Lu Zhen's lips as he leaned forward slightly. "Did that move just now catch your eye?"

Leng Qiu folded her arms across her chest, her tone unruffled. "You can barely be