The old man grew increasingly shocked as the battle progressed, unable to describe his emotions. Despite a few hundred exchanges, Liu Wuxie still looked at ease in the fight, easily fending off the old man’s attacks. It was as if he was trying to gnaw on a tough bone, leading to mounting frustration.1

Thanks to the Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie could capture each movement of the old man, allowing him to see through each change in his attacks.1

“Brat, let me see how long you can keep running!” The old man, seething with rage, unleashed a palm strike that cut through a pillar behind Liu Wuxie, causing a significant part of the hall to crumble. The gust generated by his strike tore Liu Wuxie’s garments, nearly ending his life.0

Cold sweat dripped from Liu Wuxie’s forehead as he realized that he had underestimated the strength of the Imperial Academy’s elder. The old man was on a whole new level compared to Yun Lan.0

“Have a taste of my blade!” As Liu Wuxie raised his blade to the sky, a powerful blade aura swept out, releasing a suffocating blade intent that stunned the old man.0

“You comprehended...0