Divine Seal: From a Heavy Sword to Slicing Through the Holy Demon Continent

A crimson halo instantly swept from the shadow instructor toward him.

Long Haoyu stood still, having witnessed the Shadow Instructor use his inner spiritual power to practice knight skills many times before.

But now, the Shadow Instructor's seemingly ordinary slash had given him a completely different experience.

Just like when I first felt the shadow instructor simulate and stimulate my own bloodline power.

As Long Haoyu watched the shadow instructor slash at him, he also considered wielding his bladeless sword to counterattack.

But under the suffocating force, the blade in his hand seemed to become as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he was powerless to even lift his head.

In their field of vision, the bladeless weapon in the shadow instructor's hand was being magnified continuously, getting closer and closer.

Long Haoyu's pupils widened as he watched Wu Feng slash down from above.

Crimson lotus flowers bloomed in the shadow space.

Just like when he was hacked to death before, Long Haoyu performed a very swift death on the spot.

Using the characteristics of the shadow space, he quickly completed his resurrection.

The body was intact, with no signs of being hacked to death.

But unlike his previous deaths on the spot, where he was resurrected with full health, everything that happened seemed like a dream.

However, this time, Long Haoyu, who had been resurrected, looked at the shadow instructor who still maintained his perfect self.

The chill in my heart had not dissipated; the feeling of death still raged within me.

"So, this is the power I possess in my most perfect state?"

"Under such power, I am powerless to retaliate."

"And having already died once, even now that I've been resurrected, I can still feel that suffocating feeling."

Long Haoyu spoke in a low voice.

After experiencing it firsthand, he realized just how terrifying the dormant power within him truly was.

According to his original memory.

His maternal grandfather was the emperor of the current Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan, the Demon God Emperor of the Demon Clan.

He is currently the only being in the world to have broken through the million spiritual power mark!

But all of this was what he learned from books; he only knew how exaggerated a million spiritual power was.

Even the knowledge that the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan is born at the seventh rank and reaches the eighth rank upon adulthood comes from this understanding.

A more practical, quantitative comparison has never been truly possessed.

just now……

He understood the horror of it all, and he also understood just how powerful it was.

At the same level, one releases the power within their bloodline, resulting in an improvement far exceeding that of conventional cultivation.

"Now, are you sure you want me to stay in this state and fight you from now on?" the Shadow Instructor asked.

Long Haoyu grinned: "Although the death was swift and decisive, this kind of combat is exactly what I need."

"After all, I am destined for the path of a Retribution Knight. If I retreat simply because I feel the disparity in power and fear, how can I have the nerve to call myself a Retribution Knight?!"

The shadow instructor understood Long Haoyu's meaning and nodded slightly, saying, "Then all future practical combat will proceed in this manner!"

"I hope you can continue to persevere and reach the true pinnacle!"

Long Haoyu nodded solemnly.

They did not remain in the shadow space as they had in the past.

Although I only died once, it's far too little compared to the dozens or hundreds of times I've died before.

But this time, dying on the spot, he felt truly exhausted.

Staying in the shadow space will not serve any purpose.

Back to reality, Long Haoyu opened his eyes, his forehead already covered with a fine layer of sweat.

"Little Coal Ball, did I change anything just now?" Long Haoyu asked.

Wu Feng replied, "There is a change. It's because you, Master, have stimulated the power of your bloodline. In this state, you give off a dangerous, suffocating feeling."

Long Haoyu thought to himself that he had just realized it. He glanced at Long Xingyu and Bai Yue's room and was relieved to see that there was nothing unusual.

"I understand, you can go back now! From now on, I'll need you to keep an eye on these kinds of cultivation sessions." Long Haoyu grabbed the Wufeng Sword Spirit by feel, rubbed it a bit, and then pressed it towards Wufeng.

The sword spirit slowly merged with Wufeng, and after a long while, it murmured, "Master, I have a name. I'm not called Little Coal Ball."

Long Haoyu smiled slightly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then began to meditate and cultivate.

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The next day.

Long Xingyu kept his bet and, after finishing his morning chores and breakfast preparations, took Long Haoyu and Long Haochen to Mount Odin.

Not seeing any more iron cages containing magical beasts, a hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of both Long Haoyu and Long Haochen.

"Dad, are we not going to have a real battle with Warcraft today?" Long Haochen asked.

Long Xingyu nodded and said, "That's right, we won't be doing actual combat with monsters anymore. After yesterday's training, I observed your problems."

"Haochen, because your brother is around, you are somewhat constrained. So starting today, Dad is going to let you cultivate alone in the Ant Nest."

“The training at the anthill won’t be of much help to your brother, so Dad is going to arrange another special training.”

Long Haochen is a typical well-behaved child. Seeing Long Xingyu's arrangement, he also reflected on his training yesterday.

"Dad, I understand. I will try my best to catch up with my brother!" Long Haochen promised.

Long Xingyu smiled slightly, then his gaze fell on Long Haoyu.

"Haoyu, I'm going to give you special training today. Are you ready?" Long Xingyu asked.

Long Haoyu countered, "What special training?"

"Actual combat!"

Long Xingyu said, "I will control my strength at your current level and teach you real combat skills in this way."

Long Haoyu suddenly realized that he seemed to understand why his cheap father had suddenly said he wanted to change the training method.

Considering what happened last night, his father still hasn't given up on wanting Long Haochen to follow the path of a Punisher Knight.

Training them separately—isn't that a clear indication that they're worried Long Haochen will continue to be led astray by him?

This old man is so petty.

"Haoyu, is there a problem?" Long Xingyu asked again when he saw that Long Haoyu did not agree immediately.

Long Haoyu shook his head, took off the bladeless weapon, stepped back, and prepared to receive special combat training at any time.

I saw what it's like to be truly perfect in the shadow space, and I also gained some insight from yesterday's battle with the scorpion-tailed lizard.

The practical training arranged by his petty father perfectly met all his current needs.

Moreover, the combat skills of the first-generation Divine Knight are also very worthy of his study.

Furthermore, he also wanted to see just how many Divine Knights of the same realm his perfect self could be equivalent to.

Long Xingyu was somewhat surprised, but seeing that Long Haoyu had no objections to these arrangements, his worries gradually subsided.

But when he met Long Haoyu's eager eyes, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Is this child plotting something again?"

"Why do you become so enthusiastic and excited when you hear about live-fire training?!"

Chapter 29 This old man is no good!

Long Xingyu felt uneasy, his heart filled with doubts.

Even after taking out the bamboo sword, he remained the same, seemingly unaware that he had become a unit of measurement in Long Haoyu's eyes.

"Haoyu, I will keep my strength at the level of an eighth-level squire knight."

"Through this kind of practical experience, I will point out your shortcomings and help you achieve a qualitative improvement."

Suppressing his doubts, Long Xingyu regained his composure and became more serious.

“Level eight isn’t enough, let’s go for level nine!” Long Haoyu replied, tightening his grip on the Wufeng sword. He was well aware of its actual function.

Despite appearing to be close to level eight, he was actually approaching level nine. He couldn't achieve much success in his fight against Long Xingyu, who was only at the level eight squire knight.

Although not saying these things aloud and chasing after his own father to kill him would be more in line with his idea of ​​being a rebellious son, it is still still inappropriate.

Long Xingyu's lips twitched slightly: "My level eight strength is already far ahead of yours in actual combat. Don't forget that I have rich combat experience."

"If I were to use my level nine strength, then the actual battle wouldn't be a real battle; it would be a one-sided crushing of you by me!"

That's it!

Stop talking!

Long Haoyu was too lazy to continue rambling on about this.

He admitted that Long Xingyu was right, after all, he was a Divine Knight.

Even if one controls their own strength, their rich experience and mastery of spiritual power make them an opponent that ordinary people cannot contend with.

But he was no ordinary person. Given Long Xingyu's attitude, he knew there was only one way to change the other party's mind.

Just two words: Cut it!

Long Haoyu moved, and Wu Feng followed suit.

These are still the prototypes of several knight skills that I tried to explore when I fought against Long Xingyu.

Seeing that Long Haoyu had begun his attack, which still consisted of the same few basic skills as before, Long Xingyu's face showed a faint confidence.

The bamboo sword broke due to a mistake, but now that it has undergone special treatment, there is no need to worry about the previous incident happening again.

Just as he was about to seriously use the previous method to make Long Haoyu understand the shortcomings in the battle, his pupils involuntarily shrank.