Liu Wuxie continued sparring with Ruan Ying, directing her to strike from different angles and directions.0

At first, she held back, but by the end, she went all out. Even when she struck with full force, the spatial ripple around Liu Wuxie blocked every blow.0

"Master, please let me off..." Ruan Ying said, her voice trembling, her face filled with defeat.0

Though she stood at the pinnacle of the Spirit Profound Realm, she couldn't even touch Liu Wuxie, who remained still and let her attack freely. The blow to her confidence was immense.0

"You can leave," Liu Wuxie said with a wave of his hand.0

Ruan Ying bowed and backed away, leaving the courtyard to Liu Wuxie.0

Liu Wuxie drew the Heretic Blade and pointed it skyward. Instead of striking, he closed his eyes, sensing the fluctuations in the blade aura.0

The Heretic Blade's spirit roared. It was a divine dragon formed from a fragment of Liu Wuxie's soul.0

Though it lacked a dragon soul, Liu Wuxie had nurtured the spirit from a fragment of his own soul.0

When Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade downward,...0