"Let's use our real skills. Meaningless probing is nothing but a waste of time for both of us. I want to see just what extent you can reach."
Xiang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering. His resolute face glowed with the lustrous sheen of warm jade, as though he were no longer flesh and blood. He looked especially astonishing.
His entire being was immersed in an extreme calm and peace. It was as if he had not just used overwhelming force to destroy the earth beneath his feet, but had merely brewed a pot of tea or painted a picture, filled with leisure and ease.
This was the mark of absolute confidence.
Only Xiang Yang himself knew how strong his martial arts truly were. Though the two before him were insurmountable mountains and invincible demon gods in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, even Heavenly Human masters, they were nothing much in his eyes.
Strictly speaking, they were not even the equal of the Demon Blade, or the Little Martial Saint when he unleashed the Chaos Yin Yang Way.
Of course, as one of the rare Dao Proving Level masters of the present age, though Xiang Yang looked down on the martial arts of these two, he still wished to give them an opportunity—an opportunity to prove themselves, and also to gather the enemy's strengths to mend his own shortcomings.
Xiang Yang was confident and proud, yet he did not lack a humble heart willing to learn. Aside from the cheat-like Wordless Book, this was one of the important reasons he had been able to grow stronger and improve so quickly over the years.
Dao Proving was Dao Proving, after all. Every master capable of proving the Dao was bound to possess something extraordinary. Otherwise,