"Master!"
Bai Lan felt the icy killing intent from behind her, and a chill shot straight up from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head!
Her master was truly going to kill her!
Without daring to think further, Bai Lan immediately activated her spatial-temporal power, distorting the space around her in an attempt to teleport away.
However, before her spatial-temporal power could take effect, a large amount of Origin Text condensed around her, transforming into a Devouring Domain and greedily consuming her spatial-temporal power!
The distorted space quickly returned to normal, and Ye Ling's demonic sword slashed down mercilessly!
At this moment, Bai Lan knew she couldn't dodge Ye Ling's attack, so she could only use her spatial-temporal power to protect her soul, attempting to withstand Ye Ling's strike head-on.
"Lan'er, with your current abilities, you can't withstand even thirty percent of my strength."
Ye Ling's cold voice echoed in Bai Lan's mind from nowhere. Then, Bai Lan found that the spatial-temporal power she used to protect her soul had also dispersed!
The next moment, Bai Lan's head, along with her soul, was directly severed by Ye Ling. The violent force destroyed all of Bai Lan's vitality!
"Master! Isn't this a bit too much? Is this really only thirty percent of your strength?"
Bai Lan, enduring the severe pain in her body and soul, looked at Ye Ling with her only remaining head, her expression full of grievance.
Ye Ling's previous strike had already heavily wounded her.
"Of course not," Ye Ling twirled his sword, flicking off the bloodstains.
"I knew it..." Bai Lan breathed a sigh of relief, reattaching her head to her body. She then pouted at Ye Ling, "I'm your good disciple, after all. You should at least go easy on me and not use such immense power right from the start!"
Boom!
Ye Ling's aura surged again, and he said, "Just now, I only used five percent of my strength. Now, it's time to increase the intensity."
"Mas... Master..."
Bai Lan, whose head had just been reattached, froze mid-smile, her eyes flashing with a deathly gray hue.
The sword that had almost made her soul scatter was merely five percent of his strength?
What a joke!
"Here it comes! Take this!"
Before Bai Lan could recover, Ye Ling thrust his sword again. The powerful killing intent, like a sky-obscuring tsunami, slammed into Bai Lan, who was like a precarious lone boat!
"What a fast sword!"
In Bai Lan's eyes, only a wisp of sword light flashed. Before she could react, she found Ye Ling already behind her.
And on her forehead, a red dot appeared, which then bloomed deep within her soul, spreading rapidly.
"Master?"
Bai Lan turned around with a confused expression. She looked at Ye Ling, and as she opened her mouth, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness completely.
"Is this... the feeling of death?"
As her consciousness lingered, Bai Lan only remembered this cold sensation.
Despairing, suffocating.
As if everything in this world would no longer concern her.
However, soon, she felt a gray, warm current enter her heart, enveloping her entire body.
The next moment, Bai Lan regained consciousness, her strength returning to its peak.
"Master!"
Bai Lan's eyes snapped open, and she found herself enveloped in life and death energy.
Ye Ling calmly looked at the revived Bai Lan and said indifferently, "For the first time, you couldn't even withstand ten percent of my strength."
"Did I... just die?" Bai Lan couldn't care about anything else and quickly asked.
"If you don't find a way to break through soon, you'll die a second time." Ye Ling's voice was almost devoid of emotion, and the chilling aura made Bai Lan feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her face turning pale.
"Wait... Master, I!"
Bai Lan saw Ye Ling raise his sword again. She had just cried out when her vision went black, and she once again experienced the feeling of death.
Soon, Bai Lan was revived by the life and death energy once more. This time, before she could even catch her breath, Ye Ling's ruthless sword struck again!
"Don't push it too far! Master Ye!"
Bai Lan was somewhat angered. She suddenly unleashed a terrifying spatial-temporal power, and Ye Ling's demonic sword twisted into a spiral.
"What!" Ye Ling looked at his twisted demonic sword, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"Heh heh... Master, I'm going to get serious this time!" Bai Lan used her spatial-temporal power to block Ye Ling's strike, a slight smirk on her lips. "Don't underestimate my years of special training!"
"Not bad."
Ye Ling said indifferently. Then, the demonic sword in his hand, which had been twisted into a spiral, instantly exploded, and countless fragments pierced Bai Lan's body and soul.
Bai Lan felt a sharp pain throughout her body, and her vision went black again.
Soon, Bai Lan woke up again, and Ye Ling's sword struck once more.
Thus, within this independent space, Bai Lan experienced the cycle of death again and again. She gradually became numb to death and pain, transforming into a ruthless combat machine.
However, while the repeated deaths dulled Bai Lan's fear of death, they also allowed her to accumulate countless combat experiences and unlock her boundless potential.
After an unknown number of deaths, Bai Lan finally progressed from being unable to withstand ten percent of Ye Ling's strength to being able to fight evenly with thirty percent.
"Heh heh... Master, all your techniques have been seen through by me. I can now easily handle thirty percent of your strength."
Bai Lan skillfully used her spatial-temporal power to shatter the Origin Text sword attacking from behind her, smiling sweetly at Ye Ling with confidence in her eyes.
Through countless battles, she had developed a terrifying combat intuition.
To be able to withstand thirty percent of Ye Ling's strength as a supreme being was enough to be called the strongest supreme being in the Primordial Chaos.
Seeing Bai Lan's growth to this extent, Ye Ling nodded with satisfaction and ceased all attacks.
"Master, have I passed the special training?" Bai Lan asked excitedly as Ye Ling stopped attacking.
"There's one last step."
Ye Ling smiled slightly at Bai Lan. "This time, I will directly use thirty percent of my strength and fight you seriously."
"Were you not serious before, Master?" Bai Lan retorted.
"It's different. Before, I taught you with the mindset of a master guiding a disciple, so I intentionally guided your moves and corrected your bad habits," Ye Ling shook his head. "But this time... I will treat you as a mortal enemy."
"Mortal enemy..." Hearing Ye Ling's words, Bai Lan shivered, instinctively feeling a chill.
Red light appeared in Ye Ling's eyes. He looked at Bai Lan with a deep gaze, Origin Text manifesting all over his body.
Even this independent space seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
This time, Ye Ling's aura was different again.
"No... no way..." Bai Lan felt Ye Ling's current aura and instinctively sensed danger.
"Bai Lan..."
Ye Ling's demonic sword materialized in his hand. He twirled it into a flourish, pointing it directly at Bai Lan, and said, "This time, I will limit my strength to the extreme of thirty percent. Other than that, I will kill you by any means necessary. I hope you are mentally prepared."
"Gulp!"
Bai Lan swallowed hard and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Although she could now contend with thirty percent of Ye Ling's strength, for some reason... she still felt a sense of unease facing Ye Ling at this moment.
She was completely suppressed.
"At worst, I'll die. I can always be resurrected anyway, so I might as well try..." Bai Lan thought to herself, mustering her courage again, and nodded at Ye Ling, "Master, bring it on!"
Ye Ling's lips curved into a cold smile. "Bai Lan, I took you as a disciple solely to achieve my own goals. Now that our master-disciple bond is over, and you have learned my myriad techniques, I cannot possibly let you live."
"This time, when I kill you, I won't revive you with life and death energy, but I will make sure your soul is completely scattered."
"Master?" Bai Lan's pupils contracted sharply, and her body trembled.
What... did that mean?
"Bai Lan, die!"
Ye Ling let out a cold roar, and his sword pierced through space, aiming for Bai Lan's forehead.
This sword contained infinite divine power, intended to scatter Bai Lan's soul!