"Boom!" Murong Huai's figure shot back more than ten meters, the hand gripping his sword trembling. "As expected of a Peak Douluo. His strength is terrifying. I'm still far too weak."
Gu Changfeng nodded. "Heh, good lad. That sword strike just now was excellent. Even an ordinary Titled Douluo couldn't have done much better. I was nowhere near your level at your age."
Murong Huai smiled. "You flatter me, Uncle Gu."
"You don't need to be modest. Your swordsmanship could rank among the top five on the continent, but that's all it is—top five. You're still a little short of becoming a true swordmaster."
"Please guide me, Uncle Gu." Murong Huai cupped his hands.
"Everything else about you is excellent. Your sword intent is rich, your sword energy runs rampant, but you haven't formed a sword intent of your own. If I'm not mistaken, your sword intent has a sacred, light attribute, right?"
Murong Huai nodded. Gu Changfeng saw this and wore an expression that said he'd known it all along.
"Just as I thought. But what I see in your sword is absolute offense. It should be Ultimate Gold, and I can also sense a ripple of spatial energy. That's the swordsmanship that truly belongs to you. The swordsmanship you've practiced until now may be powerful, but it belongs to someone else. It isn't yours. You need to find your own path, and only then can you become a true swordmaster."
Murong Huai pondered this carefully. His Martial Soul possessed Ultimate Gold, but his swordsmanship now leaned toward the sacred light attribute. He hadn't brought Ultimate Gold to its fullest potential, and the power of the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword remained far from fully unleashed.
"Your father came to see me half a year ago. He asked me to