Indeed, in his battle with the Dragon King, Xiang Yang had completely suppressed both his physical cultivation and spiritual realm, using only his current level of true qi to contend with him. It was equivalent to a contest between two experts who had yet to break through the Dao Attainment and True Qi Divine Treasury barriers.
Such a situation was actually rare. Acting this way often forced one into an arduous and embarrassing struggle. Other than for tempering one's martial arts, virtually no one would do something so thankless and exhausting.
It was not only the Demonic Sect Three Elders; many sharp-eyed observers could see it as well. Naturally, this included the Dragon King, Shui Wuhen.
"Ha ha, ha ha, Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang—you truly have some nerve. You want to use me, the Dragon King, as your whetstone? There is actually someone in this world as arrogant as you. That is truly a rare sight. Then do not regret it."
Light burst from Shui Wuhen's eyes, his fury shooting to the heavens. All his former leisure and gentleness vanished, while fierce killing intent and External Qi Manifestation stirred the mighty waters of the Liao River beneath him into a surging backward torrent.
As waves splashed, they formed a vortex more than ten meters across. Its tearing force ground all fish, shrimp, crabs, and other creatures too slow to flee into pulp, dyeing the water crimson.
As a legendary figure who had roamed undefeated for many years, Shui Wuhen was incomparably proud and overbearing. Others' disdain toward him was already an unforgivable offense, but Xiang Yang's actions were nothing short of humiliation. They thoroughly enraged him, and he wished to spare no cost in slaying Xiang Yang atop the Liao River.
"Those without strength who act this way are naturally