A fierce sword gleam shot from his eyes.
In an instant, Su Chen drew the Nichirin Blade at his waist.
Several streams of Sword Qi swept from his swinging Nichirin Blade.
The heavy snow drifting through the air, its translucent crystals, was sliced apart by the sharp sword gleam.
In the snow stood a youth holding a Nichirin Blade, as though dancing with the white scenery.
The Stone Hashira, who was training beneath the icy spring water, suddenly stopped.
He abruptly raised his head, turning it toward Su Chen.
Though he was blind and could not see, he could still sense that incomparably fierce aura.
"What is this presence?"
The Stone Hashira was utterly astonished. That is Su Chen's direction. Could Su Chen have caused this?
The Stone Hashira sensed something familiar in this presence, but far more of it was unfamiliar.
It felt familiar because he could faintly sense a trace of Stone Breathing within it.
There also seemed to be traces of the other Hashira's Breathing Styles.
Yet combined, they felt utterly unfamiliar...
"What a strange feeling."
The Stone Hashira frowned.
He found Su Chen increasingly difficult to fathom.
After roughly a quarter of an hour, Su Chen stopped moving his hands.
Previously, the fierce aura of his movements had kept even a single snowflake from entering a ten-meter radius around him.
Now that he had stopped, the snowflakes continued to fall.
It was as though everything that had just happened had never existed.
"Benefactor Su Chen, may I ask what Breathing Style that was?"
The Stone Hashira's call came from afar.
Su Chen gazed calmly at the setting sun on the horizon.
The two had trained beside the waterfall for an unknown length of time, and now the sun was slowly nearing the horizon.
But Su Chen's