Sixteen months after the invasion of the Mechanical Zombies, Tao Yao successfully set up a Myriad Weight Sword Array capable of compressing Sword Qi eight hundredfold. When Zhang Yang got the news, he was given quite a scare and hurried over, intending to scold Tao Yao. But seeing her meek, downcast appearance, he could only sigh in the end.
"From now on, you can't do something this dangerous again. Do you know what compressing Sword Qi eight hundredfold means? This is Sword Qi—the sharpest kind of Sword Qi—not that ghost-fooling nonsense called saber qi. Saber qi compressed twice can only match Sword Qi compressed once. If anything goes wrong and the Sword Qi becomes unstable, your soul will be annihilated. Even I won't be able to save you!"
"Yes, this disciple knows her mistake."
Tao Yao continued to keep her head lowered, looking as if she had committed some grave offense. Even her voice had become tiny and delicate.
Zhang Yang had a headache. Looking at the cleverest one among all his core disciples, he felt utterly helpless. In truth, he had long known that those little rascals all knew a certain legendary truth: namely, that their master was the biggest fool when it came to swordsmanship.
When it came to understanding Sword Rhyme, a hundred Zhang Yangs tied together still wouldn't be Tao Yao's match.
But Tao Yao, along with all the other disciples, would invariably protect their master's dignity. What was he supposed to say about that? Was he supposed to force himself to say, Now that's delicious?
Was Zhang "Soul Tremor" "Chilled Watermelon" "Strutting and Showing Off" "Wooden Spear" Yang really shameless?
Hmph! A gentleman could be killed, but never humiliated.
"No exceptions next time!" Zhang Yang's expression was solemn, his majesty immeasurable.
"Yes, Master. This disciple