Four orbs of light were split off. Guided by the mystical pull of the Dao Mark, he tossed them at the Bean Soldier. The four orbs vanished before his eyes, entering the soldier's body.
Zhang Deming exited the Spirit Nurturing Space once more. As he felt the Bean Soldier's body, which was just like his own, he knew there was only one final test remaining.
He extended his right hand, holding two fingers together like a sword. The fingers dissolved into countless Silk Thread Vines, which then twisted together to form a sharp Jade Sword Tip.
Zhang Deming held out his left hand and made a light cut across his palm.
An incredibly faint pang of pain registered. A cut opened on his left hand, and blood began to flow from the wound.
But as he looked at the blood, Zhang Deming's brow furrowed. The blood wasn't red, but green—jade-green, to be precise!
