Alright, now that he had defeated the fully accomplished Purple Lightning Saber Lord in full view of everyone, what would those attached to the Purple Lightning Saber Lord's faction think? Would they not harbor divided loyalties?
That was why Meng Zhao had devised this method: they could both appreciate each other's Martial Dao while keeping the matter secret from the outside world.
The Purple Lightning Saber Lord had not thought as deeply as Meng Zhao, but he readily agreed as well.
For him, being able to verify his learning against a top-tier prodigy and Great Grandmaster of Martial Dao like Meng Zhao was all he could ask for.
As for the influence and elevation in status that defeating Meng Zhao might bring, he did not care in the slightest.
The two walked deeper into the cave. Above their heads, densely packed conical spikes jutted outward, resembling sharp Long Swords.
The ground, meanwhile, was covered in broad swathes of charred black marks, as though scorched by some kind of electric current.
When they arrived at the place where the Purple Lightning Saber Lord usually sat cross-legged in meditation and cultivation, he looked toward one of the cave walls, pointed at it, and said,
"I secluded myself before this stone wall for many days and created the complete Great Grandmaster section of the Purple Lightning Saber Scripture. Dragon King Meng, behold the first form of my Purple Lightning Saber Technique—Spring Thunder Roar."
With that, the Purple Lightning Saber Lord transformed his divine essence into an invisible lightning saber. Soundlessly, he branded a trace of the saber technique into the stone wall. It looked somewhat laughable, like a child's casual scribbling, and no one would believe it contained some earth-shaking supreme art.
Yet in truth, that trace of the saber technique contained the