"Beastsouls eradicate the world, and fiendgods shake the heavens! Did you learn it well, brat?" The voice of the Hexapath Sword God came from the mouths of the two yin-yang fiendgods and shook Tianming's ears.

"How can I even begin comprehending something like that? Cut me some slack!" Tianming said.

"Not bad. With your ambition, if you’re able to master a ten-thousandth of what I have shown, you'll have done well enough."

Tianming didn't know what to say. "What I meant was it didn't make sense to me at all!"

"You're a brilliant student." The old man withdrew his sword intent and sat back down.

"Can you demonstrate it a few more times?"

"You're a brilliant student."

"You have no balls."

"You're a brilliant student."

It was over. Tianming had more or less memorized the mantras of the two sword formations, but he didn't really understand them at all.

"It's alright, I'll just learn it slowly. This sword art was...