The huge rock was pierced like a piece of tofu leaving behind countless marks; each mark had a depth of more than three centimeters.
“Finally.” Out of Qi, Ye Chen’s head was full of sweat, but he did not seem to care at all. The sword marks on the rock caused him great satisfaction. The ninth stage was many times harder than the eight stage before, but its power was also many times stronger. He spent four whole days to master it, also, during the four days of training, the Qi inside his body had become more pure and intense, and moved faster and more easily than before.
Ye Chen let out a deep breath. Today will officially be the day he would start to practice the hardest manual– the Lone Peak of Thirteen Swords. It had thirteen stages, each were extremely dangerous, just like a peak standing alone after an apocalypse, seemingly able to see right through people’s soul and mind.
After going through the script, Ye Chen understood the broad idea of the manual, and even sensed an indescribable realm behind it. Once he would be able to almost master it, killing those weaker than him would only take an instant, and when facing those who are stronger than him, they will fall under his sword, unless they were very strong and half a foot into the surreal realm.