After the constant practicing of Zen, the demonic life vitality became darker as the purple color mixed in
it gradually faded away. The tiny starlight embedded in it became more lustrous and brilliant.
Inside Zen's body, there were six streaks of life vitality flowing out. Under his control, this life vitality
would form a silhouette of Zen, but a smaller version. This was the form of the demonic phantom.
Zen glued his eyes on the phantoms, pointed his fingers at them and uttered lightly, "Rise up!"
In an instant, the six demonic phantoms started flying in the room. As the demonic phantom itself
originated from life vitality, it was weightless. Thus, it could fly briskly and fast. Moreover, the six of
them flying around would make the best defense from enemy attack.
With Zen's current strength, he could only summon up to six demonic phantoms. However, according
to the records from "Heavenly Ogre Fist", with much practice, those with strong psychic force could
summon up hundreds of demonic phantoms.
Each demonic phantom could absorb the enemy's life vitality to strengthen its own–a special attribute
of demonic life vitality. Once the demonic phantoms matured, their powers would be more terrifying.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
"Bang…." Something was flying crazily and crashing onto something. It just happened with a blink of an
eye.
It was one of Zen's demonic phantoms. Due to Zen's relatively weak power, it slipped out of his control,
crashed directly into the wall of his practice room and then penetrated through another two walls of the
house, leading to the collapse of the half outer wall of the house.
The inner disciples' houses had a secret practicing room where they could conduct further studies and
practice their own unique skills in their own time. The walls of these rooms were filled with heptyl gold–
a kind of hard metal that isolated the soul snoop.
Obviously, Zen did not expect that the demonic phantom could be so powerful that it would directly
crash through the hard walls made from heptyl gold.
"What the fuck happened?"
"Why did the walls collapse?"
Other disciples were surprised to see what happened and didn't understand what caused the hard
walls to collapse. Zen's house was not far from the other inner disciples' houses; thus, they easily
heard the loud noise, so they went to check out what happened.
Zen came out from the hole on the wall, wearing an awkward smile, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry!
It's just a small accident while I was practicing."
The damage on the outer wall of the house was no big deal as a few civilian craftsmen could repair it.
However, when they saw that the wall of Zen's secret room was also damaged, they could not help but
gasp. They knew very well that the walls of the secret practicing room were made of heptyl gold and
iron sand. It was supposed to be extremely solid to resist any impact, even one's whole might.
What kind of cultivation was he practicing exactly?
The onlooker inner disciples were all between five-grade to six-grade natural level. But even at a high-
grade natural level, they couldn't be able to break the walls of the secret practicing room unless they
had a high-grade weapon.
"Hey, Zen!" Just then, someone called out Zen's name abruptly.
Zen looked around and saw Cleve walking towards him. Since Zen became an inner disciple of the
Drizzle Peak, he concentrated on practice at the secret room every day, thus hardly had any time to
meet Cleve. The last time they saw each other was when they fought demons together.
"Hey, Cleve! Long time no see," Zen greeted with a smile.
"Yeah! Anyway, I am here to deliver a message from our senior disciple, Yehudi. He asked you to come
over his house to discuss the matters of All Peaks Competition," Cleve said, cutting through the chase.
Cleve had also locked himself in his own secret practice room to cultivate, and it was just a few days
ago when he completed his secret practice. The desire to improve his strength was stimulated by Zen
when they were both in a trial of killing demons.
During his long practice, Cleve made another big improvement in his strength. But when he saw Zen's
strength jumped from half step to nature level into the grade-two natural level, he could not help but
admire the progress that Zen was making. Moreover, being sensitive to "sword intent", Cleve could also
feel the strong spiritual aura that Zen was emitting at present, even though the latter was just plainly
looking at him.
'Has he already grasped the sword intent?
How did he do it?' Cleve's mind was racing wildly.
He had seen Zen's fighting technique and how the latter used to rely on his fists and his mysterious
flying knife.
'When did he learn to use a sword?
And how could he have grasped the sword intent if he hadn't used a sword?' Cleve thought to himself.
Cleve had been practicing swordplay for decades, but until now, he couldn't grasp the sword intent at
all. Sword intent was something that could not be learned easily. It would just come out naturally and
only those with a high power of understanding would be able to figure it out.
'But for just a short period of time, Zen has grasped it?' Cleve asked himself.
Though Cleve found it hard to believe, the faintly discernible strong spiritual aura emitting from Zen was
undeniably sword intent.
In front of many onlookers, Cleve couldn't bring himself to ask Zen directly. Anyway, he would find out
later once Zen participated in the All Peaks Competition. At the Competition, Zen would inevitably
encounter strong enemies that would require him to show his sword intent, if he had already grasped it.
But deep down, Cleve could not bear the thought that he might be right about Zen. After all, the sword
intent was not easy to acquire, at least for him since he still hadn't got it after many years of hard
practice.
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