The One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder King's Strength!

The night was black as ink.

A bitter wind howled, sweeping snow across heaven and earth.

Rumble—

A roar that shook heaven and earth rang out through the bitter wind.

As the deafening roar sounded, the curtain of snow was torn apart.

With a rush, that figure swept over mountains and rivers.

Only the torn snow proved he had ever passed through.

Jiang Ning raced at full speed, roaming freely beneath the heavens, his heart soaring.

He could feel power flowing endlessly through his body, as though it would never run dry.

He had run at full speed for over an hour, yet felt not the slightest exhaustion. His strength remained abundant, and his body and spirit were as vigorous as ever.

Nine blood exchanges—the realm of Martial Dao myth—has such wondrous effects!

Joy stirred in his heart.

The more changes he sensed in himself, the more he understood why nine blood exchanges were called the realm of Martial Dao myth.

A single blood exchange had made all the difference, leaving him feeling as though he had shed his old bones and been born anew.

Even as he pondered this, he did not slow. Instead, he pushed himself faster.

His terrifying speed carried tremendous momentum.

Even with the Wind-Thunder Steps greatly reducing air resistance and letting him blend into the wind, he still broke the sound barrier.

Shock waves formed, followed by a rolling succession of sonic booms.

His speed had far surpassed the ordinary speed of sound and reached an entirely higher plane.

The first glimmer of dawn appeared, while heaven and earth seemed sunk in dark waters.

Upper Capital.

Jiang Ning stopped and looked at the two large characters on the towering wall ahead. A relieved smile spread across his face.

*I made it from Dongling City