Looking at Su Yuan's confident expression, Blood Soul True Monarch couldn't tell whether the kid was a fool or genuinely serious.
Mastering the Blood-Melting Divine Blade in three days would be a feat as difficult as scaling the heavens, even for an unparalleled genius who had spent years immersed in the Path of Flesh and Blood.
What made this wild kid who'd appeared from who-knew-where think he could pull it off?
And forget three days—the kid had only spent less than ten minutes looking at the manual just now, and he already dared to claim he'd mastered it.
That wasn't how you went looking for a death wish.
Was he so afraid Blood Soul True Monarch wouldn't kill him?
Su Yuan's performance was so absurd that Blood Soul True Monarch couldn't even muster any anger. He just found it somewhat amusing.
He smiled and shook his head. "You can't just say it. Whether you've mastered it or not, we'll settle that with our hands."
"All right."
Su Yuan raised his hand, using it as a blade, and casually slashed toward Blood Soul True Monarch.
A crimson blade of Blood-Colored Blade Qi tore through the air and shot straight toward Blood Soul True Monarch.
The latter's gaze sharpened, and the air before him suddenly solidified.
But faced with the Air Wall, sturdier than a steel wall, the Blood-Colored Blade Qi showed no sign of stopping. Like a sharp blade slicing through flesh, it cleaved through with ease and continued surging forward.
Yet when the blade qi reached a mere three inches from Blood Soul True Monarch, it abruptly vanished, as if erased by an invisible rubber.
No matter how exquisite a blade strike from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator might be, how could it possibly harm a Nascent Soul True Lord?
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