Xie Tian could not accept such a result.
At this moment, the old man spoke slowly.
"There's another way..."
Xie Tian asked, "The Iron-Blooded Path?"
"Exactly." The old man pondered, "Once Xie Jun's martial soul breaks through the ninth tier and enters the Iron-Blooded Path, nurturing soldiers with Dao, Xie Jun will no longer be hampered by aptitude..."
Saying this, he looked at Xie Jun, who was sitting and cultivating, and shook his head with a bitter sigh, "Unfortunately, I, an old man, do not know how to break through."
Over five hundred years.
Countless fierce battles.
Xie Jun's ninth-tier martial soul was still slowly advancing.
But though it seemed there was room for improvement, Xie Tian realized that the martial soul had long been nurtured to its limit.
So the current state of Xie Jun's martial soul was like when he was twelve and became chubby from cultivation; it was still eating even when full.
"The Iron-Blooded Path, nurturing soldiers with Dao..."
