Glorious Return to Lanling City.
A residence in the Inner City.
The First Prince was clad in golden martial robes and wielding the Soul Cutting Blade as he sparred with the Martial Dao Master who had always followed him.
The Martial Dao Master used neither divine abilities nor supernatural powers. He fought the First Prince with Dao Force alone, deliberately holding back his strength.
Whether in pure physical strength or Dao Force, the Martial Dao Master was far stronger than a Dao Foundation Stage martial artist. Thus, even without using divine abilities, a huge gap still existed between the two.
If he had not deliberately restrained his strength, the First Prince, whose combat power was only at the sixth level, would have been completely unable to spar with the Martial Dao Master.
But even while holding back, the Martial Dao Master relied on his continuous flow of Dao Force and knocked the First Prince down in only a dozen or so moves.
After hitting the ground, the First Prince quickly stood up again, then charged forward and struck with his blade once more.
Again and again, he was knocked down, and again and again, he crawled back to his feet.
Even with the Martial Dao Master holding back, the First Prince was already injured, and his wounds were growing worse.
"Your Highness, that's enough."
The Martial Dao Master acting as his sparring partner suddenly spoke.
The First Prince returned the Soul Cutting Blade to its sheath and ordered his servants to prepare a medicinal bath.
"You still held back too much. It wasn't satisfying enough."
The First Prince shook the blood from his arm and shook his head.
The Martial Dao Master smiled bitterly. "If I went any harder, Your Highness, you'd suffer serious injuries."
"Serious injuries are still better