A thoughtful look flashed through Sword Douluo's eyes, and his attacks gradually slowed to a stop.
Seeing this, Qi Dao did not seize the chance to attack. Instead, he stepped aside to reflect on what he had gained.
Half an hour later, Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe, and Ning Rongrong arrived at the training ground together. They found Sword Douluo standing at its center, sharp Sword Qi swirling around him.
Sensing their arrival, Qi Dao walked over to them.
"Young friend, Uncle Jian is..." Ning Fengzhi asked.
"I was sparring with Senior Sword Douluo just now. I think he had a bit of a breakthrough," Qi Dao replied.
"This..."
Disbelief flashed across the faces of Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe.
When a Titled Douluo sparred with a Soul Elder, shouldn't the Titled Douluo be the one offering guidance?
How had it ended up looking as though the Soul Elder had guided the Titled Douluo instead?
Another half hour passed.
A hearty laugh suddenly rang across the training ground.
The figure at its center suddenly grew more imposing. Strangely, though, the sharp Sword Intent surrounding him no longer seemed quite so keen to show its edge.
Sword Douluo opened his eyes. A smile spread across his usually stern face, and when he spotted Qi Dao and the others nearby, he drew in his Sword Intent and strode over.
"Young friend Qi Dao, my Swordsmanship has been at a standstill for nearly ten years. Without your insight, who knows what year of the monkey or month of the horse it would have been before I grasped the realm of Man and Sword as One?"
"With your help today, I have a feeling I'll enter the Human-Sword Unity Realm within three to five years at most!"
Qi Dao thought, *He still needs three to