(Seventh update)
Contrary to Huo Wu's expectations, Yang Ming showed none of the anticipated panic. Instead, his face was filled with unwavering resolve, as though an aura of fearless self-sacrifice surrounded him.
Who dared rein in his horse with a blade held high? Yang Ming alone.
"Gate of Opening, Gate of Healing, Gate of Life, Gate of Pain, Gate of Limit, Gate of View, Gate of Wonder, open!"
Yang Ming let out a silent roar in his heart. This was the first time he had opened seven of the Eight Gates Released Formation.
In an instant, Yang Ming felt a powerful pulse surge through his limbs and bones. Every meridian in his body seemed unable to withstand such an enormous flood of Soul Power, sending wave after wave of tearing pain through him. It was like ants gnawing at his flesh, an endless mixture of itch and agony that forced Yang Ming's eyes wide open. His sinister Mangekyō Sharingan bloomed with brilliance.
Even though Yang Ming had continuously tempered his body over the years, the Eight Gates Released Formation truly deserved its reputation as the most dangerous body-tempering skill. While stimulating his potential, it also placed an immense burden on his body.
No matter what, Yang Ming was not a specialist in body cultivation. The limits of his physical body were there for all to see.
Yet strangely enough, just as Yang Ming felt that he could no longer endure the strain of opening the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates Released Formation, a warm current began circulating through his meridians. This energy was exceptionally resilient. Wherever it passed, it continuously repaired the meridians that were on the verge of rupturing and healed the hidden injuries within Yang Ming's body.
A trace of delight flashed through Yang Ming's eyes.
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