Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

Their fingers collided in the air, tips touching each other. At the moment of contact, a ripple silently spread through the void, and a wispy white crack abruptly appeared, visible to the naked eye.


This seemingly simple strike, which appeared to have no waves of energy spreading, actually showcased the peak of focused force. Both individuals harnessed the might of Heaven and Earth Yuan Gang with their Martial Bodies, virtually leaking none of it.


Their fingers nearly retracted as soon as they touched.


Both could feel a strong force colliding with the other.


Chen Mu's sharp eyes caught the moment their fingertips collided, the fine ripple in the void that burst out—resembling a white crack on the ice surface. He had seen this kind of crack before, a manifestation of the air being torn by force. However, he now faintly sensed it was slightly different.


Chapter 344 First Battle Blood Exchange_3