Midair, the ice saber in Xiang Yang's hand collided once more with the dragon claw of the Azure Scaled Great Dragon transformed from the Dragon King. Brilliant surges of force burst forth like fireworks, smashing apart the rolling waves and flinging up layers of earth several zhang high.
Xiang Yang retreated several zhang, his breath calm, yet his bearing grew ever more powerful, like the great sun in the heavens, shining over all directions.
The Dragon King, meanwhile, was smashed straight beneath the Liao River. He then burst from the water and resumed human form, though he looked far more bedraggled now.
Though his fighting spirit remained lofty and his battle intent vigorous, both hands were dripping with blood, covered in wounds. His garments were torn and ragged; clearly, after a long, bitter struggle, he had fallen into the disadvantage.
Yet Shui Wuhen showed no sign of rage or frustration. Instead, he threw back his head and laughed loudly, his laughter shooting into the clouds, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens, fully worthy of the mighty name of a Martial World Myth.
Moreover, nourished by the Kuishui True Essence, one of the six transformations of the Water Essence Inscription, the wounds on his hands rapidly healed. The dense injuries vanished completely, as if he had never been hurt at all. This was also one of the supports that had allowed him to battle Xiang Yang for so long.
But while using this method, the depletion within his body also intensified. For a short while, he could still contend with Xiang Yang, but given enough time, defeat would become unavoidable.
The outcome had already been decided. He knew that perfectly well.
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