Then, he sighed again: "At this age, only practicing martial arts for a few years! It is heard that he previously used a saber, and now he has casually switched to practicing the sword, yet has quickly advanced his Sword Dao to such a level. His talent and comprehension are simply unimaginable!!"
Upon hearing this, the man on the dragon throne remained silent.
...
In the training ground.
Shadows of people and swords overlapped.
The dense sound of metal clashes swept like a storm.
Dazzling golden light burst from Mingxin's body, at this moment elevating him as if a deity on earth.
But at this moment, Mingxin felt the piercing pain around his body gradually intensifying, and he suddenly realized in his heart.
"Lord Jiang, are you using this monk to hone your sword?" A calm voice sounded, yet it instantly became majestic and spread throughout the entire training ground.
After the voice spread, a faint anger could be heard like magma surging under a boiling volcano.
