Washing off the injustice with blood
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Immortal level technique? Apologies, I've had that technique since long ago!!"
He had once gotten a fragment of an immortal level technique, with about a hundred words back, while in the Wolong Snowfield.
He had completely cultivated it over the months, but had never used the technique.
A formless breeze enveloped Su Yu's body.
His purple robes were lifted, his silver hair gently swaying. An unfathomable power was imposed on Su Yu's body.
All the wind in the world was circling Su Yu, listening to his orders.
It was as if he was the lord of all winds.
The wind was Su Yu's power!
Su Yu's eyes fell into a trance, slipping into the large power, muttering, "This technique has no name, I'll name it Wind Shadow Step!"
Whoosh ——
Su Yu's figure disappeared, leaving only an afterimage.
When he appeared once again, he was floating above Han Zhi's head.
"Wind Shadow Step, the first step!"
Rumble ——