Clash

"Good, very good!" Gongyang Yongfeng praised repeatedly, his face already livid. Fury burned in his eyes, as though it would burn through the heavens. His Closed-Door Disciple had had his cultivation crippled. Though he was not dead, in Gongyang Yongfeng's eyes, he was no different from dead.

The painstaking work of his entire life had been utterly destroyed in this moment. He had never considered that the disaster he had brought upon himself also had something to do with his usual indulgence toward his disciple. Had he not constantly indulged him, his disciple would not have become so arrogant and overbearing, taking pleasure in bullying the weak, nor would he have drawn Ye Xiwen's intervention.

He only felt that it was all the fault of the person before him!

In a sense, his disciple and Gongyang Yongfeng were cut from the same cloth, birds of a feather flocking together.

Whatever kind of disciple there was, there would naturally be that kind of master. Like attracts like; this was an eternal truth.

"Your disciple was courting death himself!" Ye Xiwen sneered. Gongyang Yongfeng was actually a Great Saint Late Stage expert. After cultivating for countless years, under normal circumstances, Ye Xiwen would most likely have been no match for him and could only flee in disgrace. Only by summoning the Star Colossus Avatar would he have had a chance of defeating him.

But Gongyang Yongfeng had now entered the Five Signs of Decay. In every respect, he had fallen from his peak state into an unprecedented state of decline. An aura of decay, invisible to ordinary people, shrouded his entire body.

At present, he could perhaps only barely maintain the Great Saint Middle Stage Peak, and as time passed, his strength might continue to decline. This was the natural course of