Bai Xiao's strength was surging wildly, fiercely, explosively!
A dominating aura enveloped him. Small stones and gravel at his feet seemed to be attracted by a magnetic force, quietly floating up half an inch off the ground. Currents of air whirled together, forming a vortex.
And within this white vortex, a blazing, colossal shadow stood.
"Hsss hsss hsss"
Bai Xiao's enormous right hand slowly wiped across his muscular chest, the two making an unpleasant scraping sound, like coarse sandpaper against a metal plate.
The muscles on his arms and back were like twisted, bouncing steel cables.
His expressionless face suddenly revealed a smile as his gaze fixed on the hesitant Crying Sword Feng Xun in the distance, expectantly saying,
"Come, strike once more with your strongest sword."
