Immersed in this realm, Zhou Feng completely forgot himself. Each punch and kick flowed naturally, like a hornless antelope, leaving no trace to follow.
At the beginning, Zhou Feng's movements had no power, but soon, under an inexplicable guidance, the chilling inner qi began to circulate slowly within him, following his movements.
A faint blue light covered Zhou Feng's hands, and the originally silent courtyard suddenly had wisps of wind blowing through it.
Whirr... Whirr...
The sound of wind gradually intensified, and Zhou Feng's movements became swift and powerful, exploding with fierce sonic booms as they cut through the air against the breeze.
As Zhou Feng's movements quickened, the Frigid Technique in him seemed to be fueled by an accelerant, operating frantically.
Following this, Zhou Feng's skin turned a strange blood-red color, as if the Hanhai Tidal Technique was unconsciously operating on its own.
Oh...
A stabbing pain surged throughout Zhou Feng's body.
