The training grounds.
In an instant, all eighteen coiling-dragon stone pillars lit up, the dragon patterns on their surfaces seeming to come alive.
Boom-
The very next moment, unable to withstand the impact of the energy, they all exploded!
Shattered stone, wrapped in golden light and lingering black-and-white force, sprayed in every direction as dust billowed from the ground.
The violent shock waves continued spreading outward, but the formation patterns weakened them layer by layer, and the shattered pillars absorbed most of what remained. By the time they swept over the spectators, they felt like a spring breeze brushing their faces.
When that force reached the enclosing wall, its momentum had faded. It merely shook the thick stone wall until it collapsed, causing no further destruction.
The dust gradually cleared. The training grounds had been transformed beyond recognition.
The golden light around Master Kuhai dimmed slightly, but his entire body still seemed sheathed in flowing gold. The hundred-foot Buddha apparition behind him had already dispersed.
He looked at Jiang Ning, admiration in his eyes. "What magnificent yin-yang sword intent! As expected of a Primordial Spirit Immortal who built his foundation upon yin and yang, my lord!"
Facing Kuhai's praise, Jiang Ning cupped his fist, his black robes snapping in the wind. "You still held back, Master!"
Kuhai smiled. "There is no enmity between us, my lord. Besides, this is merely a spar, not a fight to the death."
Then Kuhai's expression changed, abruptly turning solemn.
"My lord, for this third move, I will hold nothing back. Please do not let down your guard."
Jiang Ning nodded.
"The third move." Master Kuhai lowered his eyelids completely, his voice becoming ethereal, as though drifting from somewhere far away. "It is called Boundless Sea of Suffering, Turn Back to Reach the Shore."
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