C567 Cultivation of Demons

At an iceberg above the Arctic Ocean, Jiang Cen sat cross-legged. Using his fingers as a sword, he gathered a sharp three-inch sword Qi at his fingertips. The sword Qi was directed at his right chest.

Beneath his skin that was as clear as jade, a crimson heart could be faintly seen. However, the heart did not beat.

Jiang Cen took a deep breath and with a stab of his finger