On the stacked palms, a faint trace of sword energy appeared, barely detectable.
Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes, his expression slightly pale.
"Heaven-Opening Sword Qi..."
He breathed lightly, condensing this trace of Heaven-Opening Sword Qi, almost draining himself dry!
The quality of the Heaven-Opening Sword Qi was extraordinarily high,
even with all the marvelous techniques he had mastered, the vast Merit Purple Qi he carried, and the boundless Buddhist nature forming a wonderful Bodhi,
still, he could only barely condense a trace of Heaven-Opening Sword Qi.
Half an Innate Body, 8,900 years of accumulated Bodhi thoughts, along with the boundless Taiyin Qi and various marvelous Qi flowing within,
all these, with Unity of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, could only gather a single trace.
The sword energy rose and fell in the palm.
"Go."
He said this.
