"Kurumaji, are you sure you don't want this old man to hold back?"
The sandy ground in the courtyard of Kazami Kōgi's dojo was level.
Master and disciple stood facing each other with wooden swords in hand. Not far away, Kuang Jin knelt upright, watching the two as they prepared to spar.
"No need, Master Kazami."
"Even if I haven't mastered the new Breathing Style, my Thunder Breathing alone has already reached Constant."
Kazami: ...
Could you stop bringing up Thunder Breathing?
Xia Xi did not notice,
With Lin Feng sitting beside them, they did not even dare breathe loudly. Although Lin Feng always wore a smile, they could always feel an invisible pressure weighing on them, leaving them breathless.
As for the group of survivors Jiang Liushi had mentioned, they probably had some connection to him, but he himself was likely not among them. Otherwise, he would not have needed to put it that way; he could simply have called his people over.
The twenty-odd people also sat down, some regulating their breathing and others taking out medicinal pills to swallow. In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they had returned to peak condition.
They treated life as a game and life and death as a game, throwing themselves into it without restraint, following their own will and indulging the desires in their hearts. The more deeply a Demon Sect expert could immerse themselves in this state of mind, the more terrifying they tended to be.
Back in his previous life, although the "glory days" of Wang Jing and Qiu Shuzhen in the twenty-first century had long since passed, the stories of their rumored affair were well known.
"You..." Gongshu Linglong stamped her feet in anger. How had the sect master's whole