As teacher and disciple sparred over an unknown period of time, Li Hao grew faster and steadier in his movements.1

Kill!0

There was no need to worry about his teacher’s safety as he couldn’t possibly harm his teacher. The memory of that stroke reverberated in his mind, as well as the swordsman who’d declared that he would tear heaven and earth asunder. As for the Divine Brokensky that his teacher had killed before… that guy was less than shit!9

Internal force abruptly erupted from the young man as he lived the stroke again and a faint sword intent blossomed from his body.1

Slash!0

Li Hao’s speed was unparalleled and he cut through the air with a hum. Yuan Shuo pushed the sword away with his palm, but the sword light grazed his hand. The young man immediately halted his movements and looked at his teacher’s palm.0

It was slightly wounded; the injury was part of the previous bloody hole.0

Yuan Shuo also stopped and looked at his hand, then at his student. He smiled with an incline of his head. “You haven’t fully succeeded, but you’ve greatly improved. If you continue onward, you’ll be a true peak Sunderer...0