"Tingzong!" When Su Wusi saw Lin Bai knock Su Tingzong to the ground with a single strike, his expression shifted at once, and killing intent gathered around him.
A palm strike came from across the air. Fortunately, Lin Bai sensed it in time and immediately shifted away.
Su Wusi flashed forward and landed before Su Tingzong. He lifted Su Tingzong from the ruins and glared at Lin Bai with ill intent.
In Su Wusi's arms, Su Tingzong said weakly, "I'm sorry, Master. I lost again."
Su Wusi said coldly, "It doesn't matter. Your master is still by your side. You can afford to fail!"
"Perhaps losing now is a good thing."
"Every defeat you suffer now will become a foundation stone on your path to the summit. Before long, every sword cultivator beneath the heavens will tremble in fear and fall before your blade!"
Su Wusi spoke coldly.
Su Tingzong's expression crumbled, and he said unsteadily, "Master, will I really become the one and only sword cultivator beneath the heavens?"
Su Wusi looked at Su Tingzong and said coldly, "You will! You are Su Tingzong, the Legendary Genius of the Southern Continent, the wielder of the God-Rank Soul, the God-Slaying Sword, and one of the most outstanding geniuses since the founding of the Sword Pavilion Tribe!"
"You will surely become the strongest sword cultivator beneath the heavens, a powerhouse who suppresses the Five Continents!"
"Don't give up, Tingzong!"
"Your world has only just begun!"
Su Wusi spoke coldly.
Hearing these words from Su Wusi, a glimmer of hope appeared once more in Su Tingzong's ashen eyes, rekindling like dead embers bursting back into flame. He looked at Lin Bai and said viciously, "Master, I understand!"
"Please give me one more chance, Master. In the future, I will definitely seek out