After another night of spring sleep, Han Zhao opened his eyes and felt refreshed.
Looking at Xu Ling, who was sleeping like a baby, he gently pushed her thigh away, got up, put on his clothes, and walked to the courtyard.
Glancing at the tree in the courtyard that was as thick as two people hugging each other, Han Zhao's eyes lit up.
He slowly walked forward, his right hand bent into a claw, and his palm grabbed the air.
He grabbed a tree branch as thick as a baby's arm.
The Mountain Shaking Force, Yin Fiend Force, and Wind Riding Force gathered in his palm.
Compared to using three Internal Forces at the Blood Tempering Realm, the Three Essence Force had instantly fused.
Crack! Crack!
The tree branch spun in his palm as if it had encountered a file saber. Wood shavings scattered in all directions, but it did not leave his palm.