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[Emotional Value +800*99!]
In that instant, a flood of Emotional Value notifications crashed through Yun Jin's mind like a storm.
Wan Dao's pupils shook wildly, and the movement of his hand froze.
What did he just hear? This demon woman actually called him Master? And she even mentioned the Tian Po Sword?
Even someone as experienced as Wan Dao felt a moment of dizziness.
What was happening? Was his old eyes giving him hallucinations?
"Master, keep your expression steady and don't stop," Yun Jin reminded him calmly.
After a brief hesitation, Wan Dao forced himself back into the fight.
The two of them continued tearing through the heavens and the earth, and the demons watching outside were thrilled beyond words.
What was this?
This was a peak battle, that was what it was.
Only Wan Dao and Yun Jin knew that neither of them was using even one percent of their real strength. They were acting for their lives.
"Have you seen Senior Tian Po? How is he now?" Wan Dao pointed. Through layers of black fog, the trace of his finger was completely hidden, yet the mark somehow appeared behind Yun Jin, as if defying every angle and logic.
This move was painfully dangerous.
The devouring demons watching felt their hearts tighten.
Yun Jin did not turn her head. With a casual sweep of her hand, the trace disappeared. Then she raised her sword and sent ten thousand strands of starlight cascading out.
Wan Dao concealed his own path and waited for his chance to strike back.
The fight burned hotter and hotter.
Yun Jin sent a smiling voice into his mind. "Senior Tian Po is doing very well. Wushuang Sect has been rebuilt, and I kept him there to teach new disciples. Senior Tian Po has followed you for so long. His knowledge is wide and deep, so this job suits him perfectly."
Wan Dao blinked, and his expression went hazy again. At first, when he heard her call him master, he had not reacted at all. He even thought for a moment that this might be a conspiracy designed especially for him.
But then he remembered.
The Hei Xi demon clan had been wiped out. No one in the Demon World would know that Wushuang Sect still had survivors.
Even if someone did know, they would not need to use such roundabout methods. With the Demon God above, a single glance might be enough to end him.
More importantly.
This woman not only spoke of the Tian Po Sword, but also spoke of rebuilding Wushuang Sect. She also carried the breath of the Yin Yang Codex.
When all these threads came together, no matter how absurd it seemed, the truth became unavoidable. The woman in front of him…
She was the disciple the Tian Po Sword had found for him?
[Emotional Value +800]
[Emotional Value +800]
Wan Dao felt his emotions spike, and for a moment he could not control them at all.
The so called peerless genius spoken of by the Devouring Demon God… was human? And she was his disciple?
He had only been away from the Vast Azure World for about a thousand years. Even if the Tian Po Sword had found a successor immediately, the woman in front of him could not have been cultivating for more than a thousand years.
Yet her strength…
Wan Dao felt as if the world tilted. He had not used his full power, and he could tell she had not either. If this were a real life and death battle, just the terrifying essence in her Yin Yang path alone would be beyond anything he could withstand.
This… this was his disciple?
Wan Dao felt completely lost. He had always been called a once in a million genius, and it had been true. He had wandered through multiple small worlds and had never met anyone who could match him in talent.
Members of Wushuang Sect often whispered that he was a freak.
But now, standing before this woman, he felt normal.
Cometlike sword light flashed through the air.
Wan Dao could not help asking, his voice shaking, "Are you really my descendant?"
Yun Jin smiled softly.
As Wan Dao released layers of black fog, she lifted her hand. The Yin Yang Law concealed the Heavenly Dao, and a single sword mark appeared on her forehead.
The entire process lasted no longer than a blink.
In the eyes of the audience, it merely looked like the two figures were hidden behind fog for half a breath.
Wan Dao's pupils shrank violently.
The sword mark of the Tian Po Sword. A trembling ran through his heart. Years ago, he had been forced to send the Tian Po Sword into a different dimensional space.
Without the Tian Po Sword, he had not used any other blade for years and had perfected his finger arts instead.
A thousand years passed.
And now, for the first time, he heard news of the Tian Po Sword again.
Understanding his feelings, Yun Jin sent another quick transmission. "Disciple Yun Jin is the student chosen by Senior Tian Po on your behalf. I am now the thirty third Sect Master of Wushuang Sect. The sect has been rebuilt for more than five years now. We have lived up to your expectations and have become the strongest sect in the Vast Azure World once again."
Wan Dao: "???"
Was he losing his mind? Or was this world gone mad?
Rebuilding a sect in five years and becoming the number one sect in the world.
Could those two things really go together?
Five thousand years would be more believable.
"Right now, Wushuang Sect has seven hundred and twenty three disciples at the main sect. With the branch disciples, we have broken through ten thousand. A flourishing age, just as master wished." Yun Jin sent happily.
Wan Dao felt dizzy once more.
As master wished?
No, no, no.
He had never wished for this.
At Wushuang Sect's peak a thousand years earlier, they had only a little over two hundred disciples.
Branches? What were those?
Their tradition was seclusion and quiet cultivation. They never had time to set up dozens of branches.
"Good, then. Good, then," Wan Dao answered automatically.
The two of them kept acting their parts.
Bei Si slipped into the battlefield unnoticed.
Outside, the demons went wild.
"She came, she came, Bei Si is here!"
"All other contestants are dead. Now only these three geniuses remain!"
"This is going to be a battle that shakes the heavens!"
The excitement among the demons reached fever pitch.
The Devouring Demon God smiled faintly. He could only say that Liu Yue was acting convincingly. She remembered her own words and hid most of her strength.
This was good.
When she finally won, it would not attract unnecessary attention.
"Look, Bei Si is hiding!"
"She is waiting for her chance!"
"Liu Yue and Mo Ran have been fighting for a long time. They can not be at their peak anymore. If Bei Si strikes now, she might kill one instantly!"
"It depends on who Bei Si targets!"
Amid the crowds of argument and excitement, a cold light flashed in Bei Si's eyes.
She was ready to act.