C41 Sword Genius

The disciple sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, and the white fog emitted from his body actually condensed into a cyclone. Surrounding him, his body was as straight as an unsheathed sharp sword. A kind of overbearing aura shot up into the sky.

"Uh..."

Even the disciples sitting beside him who were cultivating felt this piercingly cold sword intent and woke up at the same time