"Twelve True Forms Fist!"
Chu Fan slowly opened his eyes, visions of roaring divine beasts, spreading frost, and the flowing Yellow Springs flashing through them before vanishing in an instant.
He could clearly sense it. 'This new Martial Art combines the shifting forms of intent, the chill of the endless night, and the deathly aura of the Yellow Springs. Its profundity and power probably surpass even the Nine Tribulations Blood Prison Saber!'
Ignoring his fatigue, Chu Fan swallowed a Body Refining Elixir and began to train ferociously in the Twelve True Forms Fist.
As the wind from his fists howled, he was at times like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, utterly unstoppable.
At other times, he would summon Cold Qi, condensing frost and forming ice.
And with every shift of his fingers and palms, he exuded the faint, deathly stillness of the Yellow Springs, a display of extraordinary profundity.
