Early in the morning, fluffy snow whirled in the air like plump goose feathers and rows of arm-thick icicles hung under the eaves of the house. The cold air made people shudder. 

Shua!

Blades flashed across the courtyard, rolling up waves of snow.  

Lin Xun’s upper body was bare and his swift movements made his figure appear like temporary illusions. His Skybreaker Blade glinted as it constantly swung about and not a splash of water could pass through.

He had become slender and tall, and the muscles on his upper body resembled tempered blocks. He didn’t look bulky and instead exuded a well-balanced sense of beauty.

More than half a year had passed since Lin Xun left the mine prison. He had been thin, weak, and pale but now he had become much more elegant and even exuded a tranquil calmness. 

His originally handsome and sharp face now had an extra glow. 

Shia!

A bone spear drilled out from the ground and charged straight into the shadows of blades. Direct, simple, and swift, it struck the weakest point of the blade shadows. 

With a loud bang, Lin Xun stumbled and staggered while...