Ten or so minutes later, the two finally emerged from the lingering energy. Xiao Heng appeared first, and about a minute later, Xiao Yan walked out as well.
However, compared to Xiao Heng, Xiao Yan was in a far more miserable state. The clothes on his upper body had vanished, while only a few strips of fabric remained on his lower body. Once the protective radiance faded, the wounds on his body were exposed. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his aura had weakened considerably. Even though he had not directly taken that Dou Technique, the shockwave of energy had still inflicted severe injuries upon him.
Looking at Xiao Heng, Xiao Yan understood that the winner had been decided. He asked, "Still fighting?"
Xiao Heng shook his head. "If we continue, I'm afraid we really won't be able to guard against an attack from the Soul Hall. Let's save that move for next time!"
Xiao Yan nodded slightly at those words, then swallowed a medicinal pill. He sighed helplessly, shook his head somewhat dejectedly, and said, "This time, I lost."
Xiao Heng also swallowed a medicinal pill. Compared to Xiao Yan, he was ultimately in better condition. Landing beside him, he smiled and said, "Now do you know who the big brother is?"
"There's still one move left!" Xiao Yan protested shamelessly.
The two looked at each other and smiled. It was only a sparring match. A loss was a loss. In truth, both of them had held back considerably; otherwise, someone would probably have died.
As for that move, it could only be set aside for the time being.
Seeing that the two had finally stopped, Old Yao finally let out the breath he had been holding. He flew over to them, sounding both helpless and