Capítulo 251: The Saint of the Sky Demon Cult

"Good kid, now breathe another air blade."

Jiang He told Eldest Brother while pointed at his own chest, "Release it here as hard as you can."

After all, attempting to determine the specific strength of the air blade that Eldest Brother breathed by merely watching was not enough—Jiang He felt that he should test it himself.

Hetui! 

Eldest Brother opened his mouth and spat out an air blade.

Swish!

The air in the farm shrieked resounding as the blade tore through it, and in the next instant…

Clang!

A ring of clashing metals echoed, and Jiang He felt a dull ache on his chest as the air blade collided upon it, causing a gust that blew on his hair for seconds.

He looked down to find that the jersey he put on was torn apart on the chest area. There was now a red, inflamed blade mark on his elegant, chiseled chest muscles that should not be described excessively.