Hearing the Patriarch's words, Huang Xiao could only suffer in silence.
Of course he wanted to adapt to this aura, but unfortunately, it was simply too powerful.
Huang Xiao could sense that this aura consisted mainly of the auras of Demonic Arts and flame.
The aura of flame was very faint, but its advantage lay in its uniformity. There were no other chaotic auras mixed into it, and it posed no threat to him yet.
The Demonic Art aura was far stronger. It could be said to have completely suppressed the aura of flame.
What surprised Huang Xiao somewhat was that, unlike the uniform aura of flame, the Demonic Art aura faintly contained countless different auras. Although they were all Demonic Art auras, there were still subtle differences among them.
This aura is similar to Supreme Demonic Qi, yet different, Huang Xiao thought to himself.
This saber had, after all, been carried by successive Hall Masters. The Patriarch had also said earlier that those Hall Masters had nurtured the Minghong Saber. The different auras upon it should have come from different Hall Masters.
Huang Xiao dared not dwell on it. He understood that the Patriarch wanted him to adapt to these powerful auras.
But these auras were not so easily endured. The immense pressure and auras continually battered Huang Xiao's mind and meridians.
"I'm still not strong enough!" Huang Xiao gritted his teeth and held on.
He had previously broken through to the Martial Realm, and he also had other special means of increasing his strength. Although Pang Yi remained a threat, Huang Xiao had been fairly satisfied with his own strength.
Only now did he realize that his meager strength was still far from enough. He was still weak.
Regardless of how strong Pang Yi was, he absolutely could