The moon hung above the treetops.
Splash—
Water sprayed everywhere as a figure burst from the pool.
That person was Jiang Ning.
"Not bad!!" Jiang Ning clenched his fists excitedly, sensing the power in his body poised to erupt, his heart leaping with joy.
He could clearly feel that when he casually clenched his fist now, mobilizing the strength of his entire body had become much smoother than before.
This state indicated that the toughness of the great tendons in his body had clearly improved.
"At this rate, it won't be long before I truly step into the seventh rank of Martial Dao."
"Upon first entering the seventh rank of Martial Dao, one can normally unleash thirty percent more force than at the peak of the eighth rank."
"With another thirty percent added to my strength, I believe I'll be able to fight most seventh-rank Martial Dao practitioners."
At that thought, the scene of Cao Rong making his move that day surfaced in Jiang Ning's mind again.
The arrow tore through the air, briefly setting off a sonic boom.
"Cao Rong really is terrifying!"
Hong Minghu actually had him lead a team to wipe out the Cao Family. That would inevitably draw Cao Rong's desperate retaliation.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ning could not help frowning slightly.
"That's troublesome! I need to raise my strength as soon as possible!"
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
By the Luo River.
Crack—
With a casual flick, Jiang Ning's arm lashed out like a long whip, suddenly producing a crisp crack.
"A fist swung like a whip—the seventh rank of Martial Dao is complete!!"
Jiang Ning's expression abruptly brightened with delight.
He had used only half the ox-tendon powder, yet he had reached the seventh rank of