That afternoon.
WHOOSH!!
Inside the apartment room, a breath of foul air was exhaled. The scorching white breath shot out like an arrow, carrying an ear-piercing whistle, only disintegrating and scattering several meters away from the body.
Looking closer, Lu Chao stood in place, the muscles on his bare upper body twitching slightly. The frequency grew slower and slower, as if calming some kind of fluctuation. The writhing movements of every inch of his veins and meridians gradually slowed down. His independently expanding and contracting pores closed one after another, ceasing their respiration.
Finally, the mist of white sweat condensed on the surface of his body was evaporated by the Qi Flame, gradually fading into nothingness. Only then did Lu Chao open his eyes.
"Not bad at all."
A gleam of Crimson Fire flashed through his eyes as he slowly clenched his fist, then unclenched it.
