After some simple tests, Su Xing had his answer: [Myriad Swords Return to the Origin] had reached the level of fifteen longswords.
As for how much [White-Blade Stance] had improved, Su Xing found it difficult to assess, since there was no suitable reference left for comparison.
He could only wait until the next battle to find out exactly how much [White-Blade Stance] had improved.
Still, although he could not precisely determine how much more powerful [White-Blade Stance] had become, Su Xing could see its changes with the naked eye.
The most obvious change was that the White Blade had become brighter and thinner.
He had not felt any obvious difference from the previous improvements.
But this time, Su Xing clearly felt that the White Blade had changed from a crescent moon into a waning moon, becoming even thinner.
The White Blade hung quietly above the sword's edge, giving off its own sharp aura. With a sweep of his right hand, Su Xing made the Black Sword and White Blade vanish from sight.
This round of testing was more or less over.
Su Xing could feel that killing five or six versions of yesterday's self would now be effortless.
"With this kind of strength, dealing with a High Priest shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Su Xing narrowed his eyes and thought, I've never actually fought a High Priest before, so I don't know their exact strength. I still need to be careful.
With that in mind, Su Xing headed back to the Sword Hall.
The next two days passed quietly.
Two days later.
It was time for Lu Anning to keep her appointment.
Dressed in a blue skirt and carrying a small bag, Lu Anning took a taxi to her destination.
Fortune Plaza.
It was evening, and night was drawing