Gu Sheng stood before the true image, countless phantoms flashing through his eyes as all kinds of scenes overlapped and merged in his mind.
Duan Lang's talent was no weaker than Whispering Wind and Lord Conqueror. In the early days, he had joined the Underworld Society with his inherited skills, but without guidance from any master, he could only cultivate his family's sword techniques on his own.
After ten years of sword practice, during the period of the Hall Master competition, his martial arts had already surpassed those of Lord Conqueror's three carefully trained disciples. He had even easily defeated Jian Chen, whom Nameless had painstakingly trained. In the early days of Whispering Wind and Lord Conqueror's story, his talent ranked among the top three.
Unfortunately, in the later stages, Whispering Wind and Lord Conqueror had cheated their way through life, encountering miraculous techniques and fortuitous opportunities one after another. Duan Lang had only recovered his family's Fire Qilin Sword, then found some barely passable techniques in the martial world to strengthen himself. Unable to keep up with their cheats and opportunities, he had gradually fallen behind.
However, after the Seven Martial Slayers of the Dragon, Duan Lang had used Whispering Wind and Lord Conqueror's scheme against Di Shitian to obtain two dragon essences. In a single day, he had transformed into a dragon, leaping to become an unrivaled, world-shaking powerhouse and staging a beautiful comeback.
After Duan Lang became powerful, he had been far too reckless, just like Di Shitian. Relying on his martial strength, he had stopped using his brain. If he had employed his earlier methods, killing Whispering Wind and Lord Conqueror would have been absurdly easy.
"Classic of Mountains and Seas Fist!"
Gu Sheng's mind sank into the torrent of martial arts. At a certain