Qin Huai exhaled slowly, the terrifying energy coalescing into what seemed like a gentle energy sword. In an instant, it pierced the ground over ten meters away.
Standing up, he flexed his muscles, feeling the vigorous surge of qi and blood within his body. The intensity of this power seemed to amplify with each passing second.
Lowering his gaze, Qin Huai studied his arm. The well-defined muscles pulsed with his thoughts. He gently flapped his wings.
Boom!
He vanished instantly from his original spot, leaving behind a whirlwind. The storm roared, toppling trees in its wake. Qin Huai had inadvertently cut them down with his wings.
"What astonishing speed," Qin Huai observed, looking at the ground beneath him before glancing back at his previous position. He ran his fingers over the lustrous gray feathers. "This pair of wings is far more resilient and sharp than I imagined. Its prowess surpasses even that of a treasured weapon."