The two of them, one ahead and one behind, sped deeper into the Divine Region at a pace ordinary people could never comprehend.
To prevent the residual shockwaves of their battle from reaching Flowing Cloud City, Yun Che kept widening the distance between them as much as possible. From one hundred kilometers to two hundred, then three hundred... When he looked back, the coastline had completely vanished from sight.
Only after traveling a full six hundred kilometers did Yun Che finally stop.
This was an area dotted with islands. Countless reefs and small islets lay scattered across his field of vision. Here, the sea breeze had long since ceased to be gentle. Waves churned below, the wind howled past his ears, their hair was blown completely loose, and their clothes snapped loudly in the gale.
"Here will do." Yun Che turned around to face Fen Juechen. At this distance, he could unleash his full strength without restraint.
"You've found yourself a fine graveyard!" Fen Juechen's black eyes, almost devoid of whites, radiated a demonic gloom. Along the way, the hostility and killing intent he had locked onto Yun Che with had not weakened for even a moment, making Yun Che, flying ahead of him, feel all along as though a black blade were pressed against the center of his back.
"It seems you're very confident that you can kill me today." Yun Che's hair tie had been blown apart, and his black hair scattered wildly in the fierce sea wind. Yet unlike Fen Juechen's dark and oppressive aura, he exuded an air of carefree ease.
"My Heavenly Burning Gate's seventy thousand clansmen... my father, my master, my grandfather... all of them died by your hand! The hatred and enmity between us are irreconcilable! To kill you, I endured a hell