I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

The selection of true disciples involves cutting off people's arms, which is indeed quite cruel.

But Shen Ming knew he wasn't a cruel person, so it certainly wasn't his fault.

"Senior Brother Shen, don't you know what just happened?" Ni Die said.

That sword strike just now amazed her, and it still lingers in her mind.

“Tell me about it,” Shen Ming said.

Ni Die then recounted the whole story to Ni Die.

"As expected, it wasn't his fault; this Razer is mentally unstable."

Shen Ming was baffled. He didn't know this guy and had no grudge against him, yet this guy had attacked him time and time again.

Shen Ming felt another wave of relief, as he was able to resist all external interference during the process of enlightenment.

"Flying sword!"

Shen Ming's eyes lit up. In the description given by Ni Die, the spirit sword on the ground flew out on its own, so fast that the wooden sign didn't even react.

Using flying swords to defend against enemies is a technique of the Supreme Realm.

Shen Ming picked up the spirit sword from the ground and gazed at an ancient tree ahead.

"go with!"

He tossed his spirit sword out, filled with seven parts anticipation and three parts trepidation.

With a thud, the spirit sword didn't fly up; instead, it fell to the ground.

"It seems that what happened just now was due to Mingwu's understanding of the sword path."

Shen Ming wasn't too disappointed; he'd never heard of someone at the Innate Realm being able to control a sword.

He was immersed in the joy of understanding the way of the sword.

Comprehending nine different sword intents allowed him to touch the threshold of the Limitless Sword Path.

Wuji: Bloodshed!

Shen Ming picked up the spirit sword again and unleashed one of the Nine Sword Intent Techniques.

The nine sword intents became his nine killing moves.

A sword slashed out diagonally, its light like mercury spilling onto the ground, leaving a lingering afterimage that didn't dissipate for a long time.

Zhang Haoran's eye twitched. The power of this sword was so great that neither he nor Lei Ze could withstand it.

I thought the flying sword was just a fleeting phenomenon, impossible to replicate.

I never expected Shen Ming to be this strong even in his normal state.

"Senior Brother Zhang, thank you so much for stopping Lei Ze just now." Shen Ming walked over.

“I have a grudge against him, but it has nothing to do with you. Besides, I wasted my time. If he had attacked you earlier, you might have been injured by the flying sword already,” Zhang Haoran said.

Shen Ming shook his head and said seriously, "Senior Brother Zhang, don't imagine what might happen. The present is the best time."

"..."

Zhang Haoran frowned; he now understood Shen Ming's style to some extent.

“Senior Brother Zhang, it’s your turn to comprehend the power of intent,” Shen Ming said.

Zhang Haoran looked up; the dark clouds in the distance were fast approaching.

"Never mind, there's not enough time, and I can't calm down," Zhang Haoran said.

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't overthink it, just do it," Shen Ming said.

Zhang Haoran was a little annoyed. This guy made it sound like everything was easy and that he could get whatever he wanted.

In less than fifteen minutes, Zhang Haoran still needed to get into the zone and comprehend the concepts.

But for some reason, Shen Ming's words, "I believe you," seemed to have a magical power.

Zhang Haoran sat down in front of the stone tablet as if possessed, his expression strange.

Memories of his childhood surfaced in his mind.

He was born in a martial arts school in a small country; his father was the school's owner.

One day, someone came to challenge the martial arts school and injured his father, causing the school's business to plummet.

Zhang Haoran witnessed the martial arts match and noticed something amiss. He said to his father, "Father, that man has a weakness in his lower body, and his legwork is unbalanced..."

"What do you know! What could a child like you possibly know! Get out of here!"

His father didn't take it seriously and reprimanded him mercilessly in front of everyone.

Zhang Haoran was only six years old at the time, and he felt extremely agitated and ashamed.

This experience accompanied him throughout his life.

His father's constant criticism and belittling made him withdrawn.

Later, by chance, he joined the Xuantian Sect and realized that he had extraordinary martial arts talent. The warning he received back then was not wrong!

From then on, Zhang Haoran decided to never be swayed by others again and to live only for himself.

Don't care whether others like you or hate you.

Weakness is the original sin.

At this moment, Zhang Haoran realized that he and his hated father looked seven or eight parts alike.

In that instant, his father appeared in front of the stone wall and delivered a fierce and swift flying kick.

"Without strength, no one will care about you!"

Zhang Haoran's veins bulged, and his face was contorted in a ferocious expression.

A powerful and strong force erupted from the depths of his heart.

"I don't need anyone else to care!"

He roared and kicked out as well.

The moment they made contact, the father's figure vanished like a bubble.

Zhang Haoran was pleasantly surprised to find that his flying kick had reached an unprecedented level.

He broke through; he overcame his inner demons and mastered the essence of martial arts!

Zhang Haoran laughed heartily, all the pent-up frustration in his heart vanishing.

"Shen Ming, I owe you one!"

He knew that all these changes were brought about by this unconventional guy.

"You're welcome, just now..."

"No, what I was talking about just now was my grudge with Razer, not helping you."

Zhang Haoran knew what he was going to say, and, recognizing that, emphasized, "I owe you one!"

"Row."

Shen Ming wasn't one to be pretentious; he smiled nonchalantly.

As dark clouds approached, the three left the location of the stone tablet and continued their journey towards the center of the battlefield.

Shen Ming and Zhang Haoran were both first-rate in both movement and leg techniques, and they sped all the way to the center of the battlefield.

Having no other destination, the three decided to wait there until the end.

Shen Ming said this was the final round, but Zhang Haoran and Ni Die didn't understand.

"Senior Brother Shen, your face..."

Suddenly, Ni Die noticed something on Shen Ming's face, and her expression changed.

Shen Ming also felt unbearably hot, his Wuji True Qi was stirring restlessly, and his limbs were somewhat out of control.

“This is touching the threshold of swordsmanship, breaking through to a higher realm with a sword.” Zhang Haoran noticed something amiss.

One of the great advantages of sword cultivators is that the sword path will force them to improve their cultivation level, ignoring the obstacles and bottlenecks in their cultivation techniques.

The saying "one sword can break all laws" comes from this.

Shen Ming clearly understands the Limitless Sword Path, and the seventh profound gate is about to open, allowing him to enter the late stage of the Profound Gate Realm.

Shen Ming lost control and sat down to meditate.

Zhang Haoran and Ni Die both had solemn expressions.

The assessment for true disciples is not over yet; it is not appropriate to break through to a higher realm at this time.

"No, without the elixir, it will take at least several hours. Even if the others don't make a move, he will still be eliminated."

Zhang Haoran said, "You stay here and watch over things. I'll go find the spiritual object."

The sect left behind rare and precious materials in various places on the battlefield.

Ni Die was somewhat surprised. This was the central point of this assessment. As long as one stayed here until the end, one could become a true disciple.

Zhang Haoran was actually willing to go looking for spiritual objects.

"I, Zhang Haoran, don't like owing others, so I'll just pay it back."

Zhang Haoran said, "Also, if you dare to take advantage of this opportunity, even if you become a true disciple, I will still settle accounts with you."

"How could that be? Senior Brother Shen and I are together, and I wouldn't dare. Senior Brother has mastered the sword path and can cut off an arm. If he breaks through to a higher realm, he might even kill me," said Ni Die.

Zhang Haoran went to other places to scavenge for spiritual items.

Not long after leaving, Ni Die saw other disciples appearing and approaching.