“Arf arf arf!” Panther barked with a small strut. Its nose twitched as it sniffed through the darkness.0

The little black dog had been cleaning up the perimeter! Li Hao hadn’t taught it this skill. The young man glanced at Yuan Shuo—had his teacher?1

“I didn’t teach it that,” the professor laughed sardonically with a bleeding mouth. “That dog is afraid of death and wanted to hide, but then discovered we were strong enough to kill our opponents. So now it’s afraid that we’ll yell at it for its cowardice, so it barks a few times to let us know that it’s putting in work too!”9

“……”8

Li Hao blinked, then broke out in laughter. He laughed and laughed until both teacher and disciple coughed up blood at the same time. Both of them had utilized the Incantation of the Blade of Blood. Li Hao was better off as his aura was weak. He couldn’t bring too much power to bear, but that also meant his backlash was less. Yuan Shuo, however, was gravely injured.1

The young man quickly offered up the jade sword. Yuan Shuo took it without protest and operated the Breathing Method of the Five Styles to absorb a bit of sword energy. He stopped when his injuries stabilized and wouldn’t lead to his...0