Internal Strife (Part 1)

Over the past few months, everyone had made tremendous progress, not only in cultivation but also in combat ability.

Like an uncut piece of jade, if it was not polished, its true brilliance would never be revealed. Grandmaster's "devil training" had served as that polishing process.

The eight of them stood in a row, each brimming with vigor and high spirits.

Grandmaster stood before the Shrek students and nodded in satisfaction. Then, with meticulous seriousness, he said, "Over these past few months, you have come to understand one another. Today's task is for the eight of you to fight Zhao Xuan together."

"Ah?!"

Everyone froze. Zhao Xuan froze as well. Their eyes met, and each saw the surprise in the other's gaze.

"Is there a problem?" Grandmaster asked with a stiff face and an indifferent tone.

"No!"

Everyone answered immediately. After several months of Grandmaster's training, they could all feel their own improvement. They had long since reached the point of obeying his orders without hesitation.

"The rules are simple. Zhao Xuan may use all his soul skills and Soul Power, but his strength may only be suppressed to the level of a Soul Ancestor. Tang San is not allowed to use Hidden Weapons. Any other questions?"

"No!" all nine answered in unison.

The wind howled over the Yi River, cold and bleak; once a hero departed, he would never return.

Looking at the people opposite him, all cracking their knuckles and eager to fight, Zhao Xuan suddenly felt like reciting a poem. His heart was filled with sorrow.

Two or three opponents would have been manageable, but how was he supposed to fight eight? Although his soul skills and physical constitution were absurdly powerful, he did not have much Soul Power—only around level 45. On top of that,