As the creator of Nine Transformations of Netherflame, Elder Hao Yuan understood this martial skill better than anyone else in the world.
Each transformation of this martial skill was harder than the last, with the difficulty almost doubling each time. He was not surprised that someone with a pure bloodline had mastered the first transformation in a short time. He could even accept mastering the second transformation in a day. But reaching the fifth transformation in just a few breaths, increasing one's speed fivefold... that was utterly unacceptable to him!
As its creator, he had spent nearly half a day on the first two transformations, yet the third had taken him a full half month to master! As for reaching the fifth transformation, that had only happened three years later!
This fellow had still been quite a ways from the second transformation just moments ago. In his eyes, let alone stopping his cultivation for a few seconds, even if he were given several more hours, he should not have been able to break through. Yet... the moment he broke through, he had reached the fifth transformation...
Was I seeing things?
Elder Hao Yuan rubbed his eyes hard, afraid he had seen wrongly.
Yet in the instant he rubbed his eyes, the youth had already vanished from his sight with that terrifying speed.
"It truly is the fifth transformation of Nine Transformations of Netherflame..."
The other party was so fast that there was no need to look again. Elder Hao Yuan knew he had reached the fifth transformation, and the astonishment on his face slowly turned into a bitter smile.
"He truly is someone who cannot be judged by common sense... Perhaps he really can carry forward my martial skill!"
With a sigh, his figure gradually faded, then vanished from where