Ancestor Minghe was in much the same situation.
He had no choice but to begin defending as well.
The Blood-Colored Robe he wore was clearly an exceptionally powerful supreme-grade treasure.
Streams of blood-colored energy poured from the robe.
Layer upon layer of blood-colored energy formed one defensive barrier after another.
Yet despite the terrifying scale of their battle, the two continued attacking each other with reckless abandon.
Neither was willing to lose to the other.
As one of the Primordial World's most ancient great powers,
Ancestor Minghe naturally did not wish to lose to a junior.
He was a powerhouse from the same era as Yuanfeng.
If he lost to Yuanfeng's descendant, where would he put his pride?
Such a thing was absolutely unacceptable.
Kong Xuan on the other side felt the same way.
Strictly speaking, she was the challenger in this battle.
She absolutely did not believe she would lose to him.
The surging Cultivation Power within them continued pouring forth.
The ocean of blade intent and the blood-colored sea continued their frenzied bombardment.
The incomparably vast and majestic energy made the void quake, the earth shake, and the heavens darken.
It was truly boundlessly terrifying.
As they bombarded each other furiously, they also began trading barbs.
"Kong Xuan, this ancestor advises you: those who know the times are heroes. It would be best for you to admit defeat. You are, after all, my junior. My foundations are beyond your imagination. Even if I gave you the chance, you still could not defeat me."
Ancestor Minghe was telling the truth.
Their battle had already gone far enough.
There was little point in continuing.
That was why Ancestor Minghe spoke those words.
The two had now reached the stage of competing in Cultivation Power.
This was no longer purely a