Not even a single Fist Seal was left.
The difference is too great.
Ning Qi revealed a look of satisfaction.
If I were to battle an enemy, employing the Cultivation Technique against them would certainly catch them off guard.
Haoshan? What if I were to face him in a fight now?
I wouldn't have such a hard time anymore.
Thinking of this, Ning Qi's curiosity was piqued.
Yet he suppressed the thought.
Wei Immortal is a Third-Grade True Immortal, and I previously struggled when fighting him.
If I were to fight him now, I'd definitely beat him effortlessly.
With this in mind, Ning Qi sat down cross-legged again.
He began to continue honing his physique.
One round after another.
Until finally, he was exhausted and rested.
The night gradually quieted.
When he regained consciousness, it was broad daylight.
Waking from a daze, Ning Qi stood up and stretched lazily.
Looking at the dirt on the ground and the mess on himself, he shook his head.
"Go."
