The Black-robed Youth slowly struggled to his feet from the ruins.
His trembling hands barely propped up his upper body.
"Bang!"
Yet even the strength to stand had been exhausted, and his body crashed heavily back down.
At this moment, he was in an utterly wretched state.
His once jet-black hair had turned gray-white, his lifespan and soul nearly burned away.
His vital blood had also been completely depleted, while the flesh all over his body had withered and clung tightly to his bones.
He looked like a dried corpse on the verge of death.
Only those eyes, flickering with a mad light, still retained a trace of life!
Yet even in such a miserable state,
he let out a hoarse, crazed laugh.
"Xiao Yan, you truly are strong!"
His voice was as grating as sandpaper, every word seemingly draining all his strength.
It carried an indescribable resolve and madness.
"To be defeated by a genius like you is my honor."
Light flickered in the Black-robed Youth's eyes.
It was his persistence toward battle and his acceptance of death.
"From the moment I set foot on the path of cultivation, I had already prepared myself to die."
His voice gradually lowered as he raised his head to look at Xiao Yan.
"Unfortunately, I have yet to see the view from that peak."
A trace of regret flashed through his eyes before being swiftly replaced by madness.
With trembling hands, he slowly drew a short blade from his robes.
The blade glinted with a cold, sinister light, especially glaring beneath the dim sky.
"Live striving onward; die without fear!"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying almost crazed determination!
Even if his life ended, he would leave behind his voice.
"To die in battle is my honor!"
"Now, remember my name."
He fiercely