Immersed in this state, Zhou Feng completely forgot himself. His punches and kicks were seamless, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to be found.
At the beginning, Zhou Feng's movements had no power, but soon, under an inexplicable pull, the cold Inner Qi began to circulate slowly within him, following his movements.
A faint blue light covered Zhou Feng's hands, and the courtyard, which was originally silent, suddenly stirred with a gentle breeze.
Whish...
The wind gradually grew stronger, and Zhou Feng's movements became swift and powerful, producing a sharp sound as it sliced through the air.
As Zhou Feng accelerated his movements, the Ice Cultivation Technique surged within him as if propelled by a turbocharger.
Immediately afterward, a bizarre blood-red hue appeared on Zhou Feng's skin, as if the Hanhai Tide Technique was unconsciously activating on its own.
Oh...
A stabbing pain spread throughout Zhou Feng's body.
