On the battlefield of Tianwu City, steeped in blood and dust, everyone remained spellbound by the shock of that earth-shattering sword strike just moments before. It was not merely the surrounding onlookers; even Du Tianxiong himself felt a complex swirl of emotions rising within him. Deep and fathomless as a dark pool, his eyes flashed with a light that intertwined astonishment and pride, much like the brightest stars in the night sky. The corners of his lips curved upward in a gratified smile, a smile that harbored a father's profound pride in his son.
In his heart, his son was like the most dazzling starlight illuminating his life. Every single growth and breakthrough his son achieved in the path of the sword felt like a massive boulder cast into the tranquil lake of his heart, stirring up layer upon layer of ripples. "Though I long knew the sword technique Fan'er imparted was powerful, to think it could reach such a terrifying degree?" he murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a gentle breeze brushing past flowers, as if he feared disturbing this magnificent and breathtaking moment. His words overflowed with praise for his son, an admiration born from the deepest depths of his soul.
Du Tianxiong knew all too well that his son possessed a god-given talent for swordsmanship, a gift that even he envied. Yet, his son had never grown the least bit lazy because of this talent; instead, he had studied the sword day and night with an almost obsessive fervor. Through countles…
Chapter 127