"Young man, did you feel that?" Ye Shaoqing said, giving his fingers a light blow.

"I did. Are you going to kill your own disciple?" Tianming asked.

"Fool, I was asking if you felt the Voidgod Sword Intent's might."

"Well... I thought it was about average. Are you going to teach it to me?" In all honesty, he found it rather terrifying. The merest hint of that sword intent was far more terrifying than his Demise of Man-Earth-Heavent's Apocalyptic-Will. It was in a whole different league.

"Not really. Since you don't think it's impressive, I won't bother," he said with a smile.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. It's average, but I can live with it."

"Live with it? If you can practice the first strike of Voidgod Sword Intent within a month, I'll be your disciple," he boasted.

"Are you serious?"

"Still want to try?"

"Come. I'm not afraid."

"Hehe... I've seen too many ignorant, disrespectful ones all but tear up and cry before me at the very end."

"I'm ready to have an elder become...