The moonlight tonight is dim, yet the stars are exceptionally bright.
The starlight spills down, adding a touch of softness to the cold night, unaware that within this softness hides an intense killing intent.
Fang Zheng transformed into a shadow, swiftly charging forward, seamlessly merging Shaolin Temple's Lotus Steps and Wudang Sect's Land Rushing Technique as he ran.
As he soared into the air,
one could vaguely see the body techniques of Swaying Willow in the Wind and Cloud Ladder Jump.
The various Dharmas inherited from modern society converged in him, complemented by True Qi, already showing a hint of transcendence.
Just like the magic depicted in TV dramas, he moved effortlessly between high places, far from ordinary Martial Arts.
Heart Intent Fist,
had also reached Perfection.
"Swish!"
Gliding past several big trees, Fang Zheng's figure twisted mid-air, employing the Thousand-Pound Fall technique, descending directly to the ground below.
