The mottled streaks of light, long or short, deep or shallow, seemed to all retract back into Shi Xiaole's body as he opened his eyes, like clouds of cotton suddenly shrinking.
In the silence, the ground was covered with numerous crisscrossing scratches filled with Sword Qi, not bursting outward, but flowing back and forth like a gentle breeze.
If no external force were to interfere, these streaks of Sword Qi could linger for a long time. Should someone at the Dragon Gate Realm, or even a lower-tier Terrestrial Immortal with enough enlightenment enter this area, they might be able to grasp the essence of the Wind Sword Way.
Shi Xiaole introspected and saw that, having reached the initial phase of 80% mastery of the Wind Sword Way, the tip of his sword had begun to show its edge, and the small green sword radiated a thick aura of slaughter.
With his palm open, Shi Xiaole flicked lightly, and the Sword Qi shot out an unknown distance in the blink of an eye.