Three days later, at the practice grounds in the Inner Court of the Heavenly Hall.
"Mountain-Breaking Gang!"
With a fierce shout, Fang Qianyuan gathered an intense azure glow in his palm, and a mighty force surged within it like a storm.
But a moment later, that force burst violently apart.
Chaotic gang edges shot in every direction. Wherever Fang Qianyuan aimed his palm, patches of earth churned up as though plowed by iron blades.
His own clothes and hair were blown into disarray as well. Gang edges and flying stones even cut him, with his sleeve taking the worst of it, nearly twisted into a braid.
"Huff... huff... damn it, I failed again!"
Fang Qianyuan stood up, panting heavily, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes.
He tore off his tattered sleeve and clenched his wounded fist, muttering indignantly, "I refuse to believe it! Is this move really that hard to learn?"
In all fairness, Mountain-Breaking Gang was an advanced secret art of the human rank realm, and it was indeed extremely difficult to learn.
But Fang Qianyuan had a keen understanding, along with the physical advantages granted by the Mysterious Treasure Pill. He could practice continuously, without wasting time on the constant starts and stops ordinary people needed.
Only three short days had passed, yet he had already practiced nearly a hundred times, far more efficiently than anyone else.
He had begun to find the knack and was starting to get a feel for it.
Just as Fang Qianyuan thought he would soon master the move, however, a bottleneck unlike any he had encountered before appeared.
He was clearly directing and controlling his power exactly as the internal cultivation method described, yet something always went wrong at the final moment, and the power he had gathered collapsed with