(Update 1)
The rising sun ascended, spilling its brilliance across the earth.
Amidst a rugged Gobi desert cliffside, two figures darted at lightning speed.
The speed of these two was exceptionally fast. Let alone ordinary people's naked eyes struggling to catch their traces, even some Spirit Ancestors and Spirit Kings could only grope blindly from the sidelines, occasionally catching a glimpse of that breathtaking sword or the terrifyingly heavy black giant hammer.
"Clang!!!"
The Mysterious Sword collided with the Clear Sky Hammer once more. Amidst flashing fire sparks, a sound like a morning bell and evening drum echoed, deafening.
Yang Ming stepped back a few times, loosening his right wrist which had grown sore and numb from the backlash, and looked at Tang Hao not far away with solemn eyes, inwardly feeling startled.
That was right, he was currently sparring with Tang Hao!
It was rare for Tang Hao to advance to Limit Douluo and wish to familiarize himself with his brand-new power. Naturally, Yang Ming was unwilling to let go of such a free laborer, and relying on his sworn-brother relationship with Tang San, he finally managed to persuade Tang Hao.
This was an incomparably lavish training session!
One had to know that in the present world, apart from Tang Hao, there were only three other Limit Douluos. Moreover, every single one of them was an old monster in the spirit master world; ordinary people could never hope to obtain their guidance, let alone have the other party personally step down to spar with them.
"Uncle Hao," Yang Ming's gaze flickered as he said, "I really didn't expect that you could still be this strong even after suppressing your strength to the Spirit King tier."
Tang Hao wielded the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, feeling somewhat astonished in