At this moment, the great battle had ended. Qin Jian had ultimately transformed into a sword and self-destructed, shaking heaven and earth. Not only had Xiao Hua's Innate True Water been unable to block it, but every swordsman within a dozen miles had sensed through their flying swords that thread of resolve born from being driven into a desperate corner!!!
Qin Jian was dead. But what about Xiao Hua of the Thunder Control Sect?
He was actually leisurely practicing his fists on the mountainside! The calmness on Xiao Hua's face, the breezy, cloud-light boxing moves, told them only one thing: that battle just now... had been nothing more than a trifling matter!
Such bearing carried no particular might, nor any terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power, yet which swordsman dared step even half a pace closer???
A cool current flowed along every bone in his body, and comfort gradually spread throughout Xiao Hua's body! Xiao Hua closed his eyes in pleasure, seemingly deeply enjoying this tranquil atmosphere.
"Big Brother!" An exceedingly respectful voice rang out. It was Xiao Mao, flying over.
Xiao Hua slightly opened his eyes but did not answer. Li Zongbao and Xiao Mao landed about thirty zhang away, standing with their hands lowered as they waited quietly. Seeing that Xiao Hua ignored them, neither dared ask further.
After finishing a complete set of forward and reverse Big Dipper Divine Fist forms, Xiao Hua withdrew his fists and feet, smiling. "How are your injuries?"
"We took medicinal pills, so there should be no serious problem!" Xiao Mao hurriedly replied, glancing at Li Zongbao, whose expression was somewhat complicated. He had no mental obstacles when facing Xiao Hua, whose cultivation far surpassed his own, but Li Zongbao probably had some thoughts of his own again!
"Mm, that is good!" Xiao