"This isn't really a Divine Skill, it's more of a capability!"
Fang Xing seriously explained to his disciple, which made Fang Donkey ecstatic, listening earnestly, wagging his tail like a windmill, even more eager than a dog: "And to have this kind of capability, you must be ruthless, not towards others, but towards yourself—ruthless enough to stab yourself twice without flinching—and you need great audacity, like you are the ultimate ruler under the heavens, the kind of audacity where even heaven pales in comparison. This audacity must be cultivated; it's not just about claiming you're mighty, you have to prove it to yourself, motivating yourself with deeds you find astonishing, using great audacity to slash your Divine Soul..."
"Slash my Divine Soul?"
Fang Donkey shivered, his gaze towards Fang Xing turned odd.
