The scrolls depicted scenes of battlefield slaughter, Martial Dao battle arrays, portraits of various figures, and even the outlines of weapons and armor.
Without exception, they all radiated a potent Martial Dao Will!
For nearly ninety percent of them, the moment Ji Xiu roused his Divine Soul to observe, he was immediately crushed by a Martial Dao pressure as vast as an abyss, as deep as the sea. It was so much stronger than his own that his consciousness was shattered before he could last a single breath.
"Hah... hah..."
Cold sweat trickled down Ji Xiu's forehead as he gasped for breath.
'How am I supposed to train with this!'
How could he possibly contend with this level of Martial Dao Will?
'They had to be at the Dragon and Tiger realm, at the very least! Perhaps even higher!'
'How could a mere Martial Artist like him, who hadn't even reached the level of a Grandmaster, withstand scrolls carrying their Martial Dao Will?'
