Feng Feiyun’s seal was left behind by Tan Qingsu - a total of three layers.

First, his dantian.

Second, the spine of Yama.

Third, the evil and demonic blood in his veins.

Feiyun intended on breaking them using his vigor and battle intent. No one wanted to be subdued by another; he felt the same way.

Only by controlling his own power would he be able to face any trial with full confidence.

One step took him up dozens of steps. He soared to the peak with this great speed.

“That devil wants to break his seals!” Qinghua was quick to catch on. Her body accelerated like a shooting star. The white Buddhist robe clearly accentuated her perfect curves while in motion.

Though her cultivation was impressive, she wasn’t a master of reading qi images so she couldn’t see the massive visual phenomenon going on at the top - billowing and raging.

Feiyun became faster and faster and quickly made it...