"Brat, die... Heavenly Soul Dark Sun Claw!"
With a fierce shout in his heart, Hun Ri suddenly thrust out his left claw. Though it did not cause as great a commotion as before, the claw wrapped in dark red energy—and its sharpness that even made Xiao Heng sense danger—still proved the power behind this strike.
"Mountain Shaker...!"
With a low cry, Xiao Heng gathered a massive amount of Soul Power in his left hand and threw a punch at the incoming claw.
"Bang...!"
Terrifying energy erupted once more, forcing both men to retreat again.
As he looked at Xiao Heng, Hun Ri steadied himself and hid his trembling hand inside his sleeve. Five-colored light still flickered in his palm, while the energy of the five elements continued to alternate, relentlessly inflicting damage.
Yet the most troublesome thing was the tremor in his soul. Every collision left him appearing outwardly calm, but the truth was far from it. He simply could not withstand the invasion of Emperor Realm Soul Power. That feeling made him wish he were dead.
Since the battle began, the two had exchanged no fewer than a thousand blows. One or two exchanges might not reveal much, but after a thousand clashes, the pain radiating from Hun Ri's soul was nearly impossible to suppress.
"What's wrong? Is that all you've got?" Seeing that Hun Ri did not continue attacking, Xiao Heng had more or less guessed his condition. He said calmly, "The feeling of having your soul injured isn't pleasant, is it? Still, you're already running out of steam so quickly. That's rather disappointing. You should know... I've only just finished warming up!"
"What?" Hun Ri's heart jolted, though his expression remained unchanged. He watched Xiao Heng warily and forced out a smile. "Brat, you have no idea