Only My Way

‘How is that possible??’

‘How old is he??’

‘How could he have honed his skills to such a degree at such a young age??’

I Yunhe thought to himself, his mentality collapsing: ‘Even if he started training from the womb, this is completely impossible!!’

If, just now, I Yunhe was merely secretly astonished by Ling Wuyuan's bizarre speed, acknowledging that his special physique was indeed terrifyingly strong, capable of such speed despite being only at the [Spirit Nurturing Realm]…

Even looking at the entire history of the [Golden岚 Continent], a special physique of this strength would be considered a rarity!

Then, I Yunhe is now shocked by Ling Wuyuan's talent or comprehension ability.

Just a glance.

I Yunhe could completely confirm that the sword Ling Wuyuan had just swung had already reached the supreme and exquisite realm that he would struggle to reach even after thousands of years of effort…

That was a technique that could only be described as perfect!!

Just witnessing it from afar.

Was enough to make him instinctively feel horrified!!

And this shock.

Was even greater than before.

The former, that extremely unusual speed, I Yunhe could say was innate, and although he was somewhat envious, it was still within his range of acceptance.

The latter, this technique, this exquisite technique that made I Yunhe feel like his hundreds of years had been completely wasted on a dog's life, made him genuinely shocked and even angry…

He knew very well.

That was something that the young cultivator in front of him could only obtain through his own efforts.

That was an achievement that could only be obtained through countless efforts of tempering and repeated learning.

It was definitely not something innate!

This directly represented that Ling Wuyuan's talent, whether in terms of special abilities or martial skills and cultivation, was overwhelmingly powerful…

Comprehensive!

Powerful without any flaws!!

Not only surpassing the so-called peers of his generation.

Even those cultivators whose seniority was far higher than his.

Were far from being his opponents.

Incomparable in every way.

Even he, who considered himself a strong and knowledgeable person.

Could only feel despair on the spot when faced with the skills that Ling Wuyuan had just displayed…

Just a glance.

I Yunhe instinctively understood that it was a higher level of realm, far beyond what he could currently touch.

Even…

Even if he exhausted his life's efforts, he would hardly reach that realm…

Therefore.

After a brief moment of stunned silence.

He immediately felt anger.

Anger at the injustice of heaven!!

Why could someone possess such special abilities from birth and also have such a degree of comprehension ability?

In the face of such talent.

Not to mention those ordinary people.

Even he, who was usually called a super genius by other genius cultivators, could only feel despair and injustice from the bottom of his heart. It was the feeling that someone was born far superior to you, overwhelmingly excellent…

Others only need to put in a little effort.

And they reach the peak that you dare not even dream of…

However.

Ling Wuyuan had no feelings about I Yunhe's anger and unwillingness.

At the moment he successfully swung that sword.

He only felt that he had vaguely touched a new realm.

A realm of skill.

He could perceive that the strike he had just unleashed was far more natural than any previous strike!!

That feeling…

Was as if everything was under his control!

His exertion of strength, the direction of the sword, the flow of air, the trajectory of the enemy's movements…

All the information was as detailed and easy as looking at the lines on his palm.

In the end.

He naturally understood how he should wield his sword.

However, that feeling came and went quickly, and almost as soon as the strike was unleashed, it quickly receded.

Leaving only a few inexplicable feelings lingering in Ling Wuyuan's heart.

It was as if that strike was just some fleeting thing.

It was the feeling of having brushed past the first prize.

Faced with that sense of loss.

Even Ling Wuyuan could not help but feel lost for a moment.

But just as that sword strike came and went quickly.

That sense of loss was also something that came and went quickly for Ling Wuyuan.

Not even a breath was needed.

He adjusted his mentality on his own.

As for the reason?

Very simple.

He firmly believed in one thing—his potential was definitely far more than that.

Whether it was that fleeting realm just now, or an even higher realm, he would one day set foot on it, master it, and completely surpass it!!

Therefore.

He naturally didn't need to feel lost because of a temporary loss.

That was something that belonged to him in the first place.

Even if it temporarily left his hands now, in the time to come, it would eventually fall into his hands.

That sword strike just now.

Will eventually reappear in his hands at a suitable time.

In a more stable and mature way.

No longer fleeting like a shooting star.

As for when that time would be…

Ling Wuyuan slowly turned his gaze to I Yunhe, whose killing intent in his eyes had already reached its peak…

He understood that this battle was actually the best opportunity.

As long as he could kill the other party.

Then he would completely grasp that realm!!

Oh, no… It should be said that only by completely grasping that realm would he have a chance to solve the other party at a smaller cost.

Trial.

This is a trial.

Although he didn't know what the strong man in front of him was called.

But Ling Wuyuan still realized that the other party's existence was another trial in his life…

Only by crossing it upright and legitimately.

Could he prove that all his efforts had been transformed into the most delicious fruit.

Thinking of these.

A rather obvious smile and killing intent could not help but appear on Ling Wuyuan's expressionless face.

The dark gray mist also permeated around him at some unknown time.

Making his figure sometimes illusory and sometimes solid, like some kind of elusive mirage.

At this moment.

The speed of his life burning silently increased from three hundred times to three thousand times.

Nearly an hour of life was burning every second!

Under the nourishment of that fuel.

Like bamboo shoots after rain.

A large number of buds and blood streaks directly grew out of his wounds…

At the same time.

Under the emotions of anger, jealousy, dissatisfaction… the ghostly shadow behind I Yunhe quietly attached to his body, causing I Yunhe's power to directly reach its peak!!

Just standing in the sky.

The gravity coefficient in the surrounding tens of kilometers would undergo major changes due to his power, increasing a thousand times out of thin air.

The sky full of blue-black ghost fire turned into a torrent, surging more and more fiercely…