There were no shortcuts in cultivating killing moves; it all depended on the cultivator's comprehension, and on the effort and time they poured into it.
Lu Lin's cultivation time rushed away like a flood bursting through a dike.
With his current deep foundation in martial arts, cultivating killing moves was naturally much faster than when he had first begun learning.
Even so, he still poured a full forty years into it before cultivating the move "Flame Crane Spreads Wings" to perfection.
After that, he pressed on without pause and began directing his cultivation time toward the second killing move, "Crimson Flame Crane Peck."
The difficulty of cultivating this move had clearly increased greatly. It required precise coordination of blood qi circulation, muscular exertion, and skeletal support, with changes that were far more intricate and exquisite.
This time, Lu Lin spent a full eighty years before finally pushing this killing move to perfection.
After his cultivation ended, Lu Lin sat quietly for a long while, countless images flickering through his mind.
They were the insights he had gained from more than a hundred years of bitter secluded cultivation in a scorching land, and now they had been thoroughly fused into one whole.
Several hours later, he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze had regained its clarity, and deep within that clarity lay a powerful confidence he had never possessed before.
"With my current strength, could I fight an ordinary Innate Blood Aura Realm expert head-on?"
Lu Lin pondered inwardly. Thinking back to his fierce battle with that innate martial artist from the Green Duckweed Sword Sect, he still did not have complete confidence.
In terms of strength, he might be able to crush them, but against the sharp, tyrannical power of innate blood aura, he still lacked the confidence to fully