Qin Li held a blade in one hand, and suddenly his entire demeanor became overwhelmingly domineering. The blade twirled in his hand, sharp and fierce, and the blade aura was dazzling.

As he swung the blade, it stirred up a terrifying storm, leaving only a white line in its wake.

"When you strike, you must be unstoppable and unleash all the power you can muster. Every strike should carry the momentum of a desperate gamble."

At this moment, Qin Li was completely different from before, with a hint of madness about him. The friction between the long blade and the air even sparked faint flames.