A fight to the death!
Four simple words, yet how many would choose to take that step before they were driven into a corner with no way out?
Whether disciples of great sects or cultivators from influential families, when they traveled abroad, their elders would bestow many protective techniques upon them, all to prevent promising young talents from reaching that point.
By comparison, independent cultivators cherished their lives even more.
After all, while sect and family cultivators had great trees to shelter beneath, everything independent cultivators possessed had been earned through bitter toil and several times the effort.
Once life-and-death strife began, the loser would see all previous efforts come to nothing, every labor turned to dust, perhaps even sewing a wedding dress for another.
As a descendant of the Great Zhou Dynasty Royal Family, Huangfu Song had enjoyed a life of privilege from childhood.
Even after a drastic change befell him, forcing him to flee to the Northern Sea and become an independent cultivator, he still had the support of Duke Gui, Old Ye, and others, as well as the protection of a Late Stage Golden Core Great Cultivator like Zi Hou.
He could not bear to risk his life merely for Eight-Hundred-Li Peng Lake.
Luo Chen, however, was precisely the opposite.
In his youth, he had to calculate every last detail for even the slightest cultivation resources, squeezing Spirit Stones from between his teeth one by one.
Every time he fought, unless battle erupted too suddenly, he did everything possible to plan ahead.
Yet even so, he rarely let his guard down. Whenever he made a move, he typically went all out.
Just like during the Little Huan Mountain Battle, when he exterminated the Duan Family: hidden behind the scenes, his first strike had been a Perfected Fireball