Breath exercise
Before Karl Zeal brutally fell to the ground, Sou Long already knew what happened; he smiled faintly. "So you passed the test, huh?" Sou Long asked no one in particular. And whether he was happy or sad was inconceivable—he was stark expressionless. He picked up his small cup that simmered hot with tea and gulped suavely. The Old Man thought of himself as some reputable king. He continued: "Looking at your performance, you used lightning to survive. So you barely pass. However, I must seal off your lightning power again. I thought it wouldn't resurface, but I was wrong." Zeal finally slammed to the ground like some dead log; he grunted in pain. However, Sou Long moved with lightning speed. In fact, it was only a single spark, and he was already within the gamut of Karl Zeal. He carried him
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