He Can Even Race in a Wheelchair

"The trial Junior Brother went through was different from mine—it was three questions! At first, when he told me about it, I didn't pay much attention. After all, I don't use a sword! But thinking about it now, the first of those three questions seems like it can be phrased another way!" The light in Huo Yuhao's eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"Did you choose the sword, or did the sword choose you? Did our martial souls choose us, or did we choose our martial souls?"

"Oh?"

Everyone could not help letting out startled cries, unable to understand what connection this question had to what they were discussing.

"Though our martial souls are our own power, are they merely tools for battle? Or have we always only treated them as tools for battle?"

"Perhaps besides improving our strength and obtaining soul rings, it's also very important to uncover the subtle connection between ourselves and our martial souls!" Beibei said, lowering his head in thought.

"If swords have the Sword Dao, then why can't my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon have the Lightning Dao?" Beibei seemed to suddenly grasp half of some realization, and an unfathomable aura actually began to emanate from around him.

Everyone was astonished to discover that Beibei, who had not released his martial soul at this moment, was actually wrapped in arcs of electricity, with even faint traces of pure white holy light showing through.

"You..."

Xu Sanshi had just been about to say something when Jiang Nannan beside him stopped him.

"Senior Brother is probably in the middle of a sudden enlightenment right now. Everyone, don't disturb him!" Huo Yuhao reminded them in a low voice.

Sudden enlightenment was an opportunity that could only be stumbled upon, not sought. As the saying went, if one heard the