That Monster of a Man Was Injured...

He had not fought such a hearty, exhilarating battle in a long time. During this period, he had either encountered opponents as difficult to defeat as the Soul Destruction Hall Master, or weaklings too feeble to withstand a blow. There had been no evenly matched opponent with whom he could truly fight.

Those people of his generation, the experts who had once been able to battle him, had gradually fallen behind as time passed. His peers had already become unworthy opponents.

Thus, finding an opponent with whom he could fight to his heart's content was no simple matter. But now, he had found that exhilarating feeling in Gongyang Yongfeng.

This feeling of being evenly matched—not too weak, not too strong—allowed him to fight without restraint. The longsword in his hand carved streak after streak of sword light through the air, as though tearing apart the heavens, sweeping down to clash fiercely with the long spear. Golden light gradually crept across his body, showing that in his heart, Gongyang Yongfeng was an opponent worthy of battle—and one who required his all.

After all, compared to him, Ye Xiwen's realm was truly too low. He was merely at the Middle Stage Half-step Great Saint, not even a Great Saint. Otherwise, he would not have needed to fight so strenuously; taking down Gongyang Yongfeng would have been effortless.

On the other side, Gongyang Yongfeng grew more alarmed the longer they fought. Ye Xiwen was the type who grew stronger in battle. With the Phoenix Rebirth Art, his vital energy and true essence seemed endless, leaving him at his peak at all times. But Gongyang Yongfeng's vital energy was not inexhaustible; every bit he used meant one bit less. His original plan had been to unleash overwhelming combat strength in an instant, return to