Which Senior Was It?

Seeing Shi Yuanhao leave, Fang Mo finally let out a breath of relief. As his tension drained away, he descended from the sky.

He had gone all out in this battle as well.

Shi Yuanhao was too powerful. The Purple Thunder Sword was unpredictable, coming and going like lightning, its violent purple thunder carrying terrifying might.

He had been two hundred percent cautious to block it time and again. He knew full well that even if he used the Dragon Blood Battle Armor, he would not be Shi Yuanhao's match.

Instead, it would affect his combat strength. The Purple Thunder Sword could be said to perfectly counter the Liquid Metal Battle Armor; it was simply too fast.

The Liquid Metal Battle Armor's speed was completely suppressed by it. Using the Dragon Blood Battle Armor would only put him at a disadvantage, so he had not used it, relying on his formidable blade skill and physique to fight.

The Sword of Nascent Soul, which he had always been so proud of, was utterly useless before Shi Yuanhao. Shi Yuanhao's Primordial Spirit was evenly matched with his, but Shi Yuanhao was clearly stronger in its application. His Sword of Nascent Soul had suffered a setback.

Ji Mingfeng, as expected of someone in the True Man Realm, had seen through it clearly. Fang Mo was also at the end of his strength, relying entirely on his powerful physique, the might of the Burning Heaven Splitting Mountain Slash, his astonishing recovery ability, and the formidable defense of the Dominant Body Battle Mark Record to intimidate Shi Yuanhao.

Fortunately, Shi Yuanhao had not dared to fight to the death. Otherwise, even if Fang Mo had ultimately won, it would likely have been a miserable victory.

Still, Fang Mo was delighted. His current combat strength was