By a fortunate coincidence, Huang Baizhong had received Lin Zheyu, a peerless genius, as a disciple and was always worried about his safety.
Worried that he might perish before fully growing up.
"I will be careful," the disciple said.
...
The next day.
At the hour of Chen.
In the Martial Arts Arena, those who caught wind of the news arrived early.
Lin Zheyu and Liang En stood at the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
The oppressive aura of Liang En's true intent spread out, akin to an incomparably sharp fortitude, with the roaring sound of thunder slicing through the air, striking toward Lin Zheyu.
Yet Lin Zheyu stood smilingly in place, as if completely unfazed.
"Senior Brother, make your move and let me witness the Lightning Seven Extremes Sword," Lin Zheyu said calmly.
He was quite interested in this cultivation technique.
