Fighting for a Room

A murderous aura instantly engulfed Lou Qianxue.

Lou Qianxue squinted and glared at Leng Qianhan. "The Stupa Saber Art is very impressive. It makes your path of cultivation smoother than it's others. But practicing the technique forcibly without using mental arts is a great load on the body, right?"

Leng Qianhan's expression displayed a surprise, and he stared at Lou Qianxue with a vigilant look. "How do you know that?"

Lou Qianxue nonchalantly answered. "You used the Stupa Saber Art to cultivate your skills to the Mystic Martial realm. Your veins should almost be reaching their limits. Whenever you exert force, your veins suffer from excruciating pain, right? If you let this go on, all your veins will be broken in six months and you will become crippled."

Leng Qianhan's expression was hard to decipher, and the look in his eyes constantly changed. At last, he glared at Lou Qianxue.