Whoosh!
Ding Ling leaped into the air, soaring more than ten zhang high, walking on air, with his clothes fluttering. Under the moonlit night, he seemed like a deity strolling through the void, exuding an unparalleled, noble and elegant demeanor.
Hoduo couldn't help but turn his head, secretly thinking to himself:
"This Ding Ling is truly against the heavens. My Gale Thunderbolt Skill, he seemed to have mastered it just by hearing me describe it once."
Just now, after Ding Ling practiced the Gale Thunderbolt Skill to full level, the scene of Eight-direction Primordial Qi swarming towards him was witnessed by Hoduo, who was shocked beyond belief:
"No wonder this person has achieved such incredible fortune at such a young age. If I, as a prince, had such a heaven-defying talent, I would have already dominated Jiuzhou and ascended to the throne, without having to suffer here!"
He was intensely envious, jealous, and resentful of Ding Ling.
