Beneath the golden sun.
Xu Qingxiao underwent a heaven-and-earth-shaking transformation.
His physique completed its ultimate metamorphosis, forming the great sun sacred body.
Utterly unyielding, utterly yang.
As he circulated the Golden Crow Body Tempering Art, vast quantities of pure yang power gathered, providing an endless supply of blood and qi.
The most obvious change was his cultivation speed. A tenfold increase hardly covered it-Xu Qingxiao would have believed a hundredfold.
The greatest change, however, was the tremendous transformation in his perception.
All six senses had improved enormously. He could hear every sound within three hundred meters, knowing every stirring of the wind and grass like the back of his hand.
As for his strength, Xu Qingxiao had no clear sense of it.
He could only rise and throw a punch at a large tree, putting his full strength behind it.
In an instant, the tree, whose trunk would have taken at least three people to encircle, snapped clean through.
Crash, crash, crash.
The falling tree kicked up billowing dust, engulfing the surroundings.
Whoosh.
Xu Qingxiao retreated several steps, moving remarkably fast. Perhaps he was not quite like a gust of wind, but he was not far off.
This was the power of the great sun sacred body.
An improvement in every respect.
After all, Xu Qingxiao was still only a Tenth Rank martial artist.
Yet most Tenth Rank martial artists could not match even a tenth of what he could do.
Even Ninth Rank martial artists would lose to Xu Qingxiao.
But he did not know exactly how strong he was. He needed to test himself, and to fight an actual battle.
He drew everything back within himself.
Xu Qingxiao entered the Heaven and Earth Literary Palace.
As he stepped into the Heaven and Earth Literary Palace.
Zhaoge's laughter rang