Su Mu's gaze hardened, feeling it was not enough, far from enough. His imagined enemy was no longer the Four Protectors of the Black Mountain Rebel Army, but the Pharmacist.
To deal with a true Five Extremes Realm or stronger, this level of intensity was clearly inadequate.
The young man, with single-minded focus, integrated his Martial Arts into the forging process.
Amidst the sparks, his not yet perfected martial arts were constantly improving, each hammer strike slightly stronger than the last.
...
Outside Qingyuan County, Qingzhou.
The autumn rain was like silk, weaving a dense silver net across the heavens and earth, continuous and unending.
An old man in a black robe came from the Ancient Qingzhou, walking in the rain, the crisp sound of his boots crushing fallen leaves mixed with the rain, especially clear in the empty wilderness. The old man suddenly stopped, a sneer emanating from beneath his black robe.
"Cowardly rats, aren't you tired of following along this far?"
