Surging Tempest

Huang Wuji did not regard the current Mu Shengjie as a worthy opponent at all. He bluntly stated that Mu Shengjie was no match for him now, though perhaps five years later, he might be worth fighting. In Huang Wuji's heart, Mu Shengjie was perhaps one of the few opponents worthy of a battle. To have such an opponent after all these years might itself be a kind of fortune.

In the past, Mu Shengjie might have leapt up in fury long ago, utterly refusing to admit that he was inferior to Huang Wuji. But now, he had no choice but to admit that he fell somewhat short of Huang Wuji. Still, he did not take it to heart. This was only a temporary gap. Five years—within five years, he would certainly rise to the point where he could defeat Huang Wuji.

Intense fighting spirit burned in both their eyes. It was time to end this struggle that had stretched on for nearly a thousand years. Neither of them wanted to carry this battle on into the Transcendent Realm.

As for Ye Xiwen, Mu Shengjie merely gave him a faint glance and said nothing. His heart was a cauldron of mixed flavors. Although this battle had transformed his state of mind as though he had been reborn, he still disliked Ye Xiwen. Yet he could not bring himself to utter any threats or harsh words.

He was merely a defeated opponent. If he went to Ye Xiwen now and spouted threats, would that not make him, the loser, seem even more laughable?

But that did not mean he had admitted defeat for good. Just wait—sooner or later, he would pay it back.

Moreover, he knew that Ye Xiwen had likely used some secret technique to become so powerful. Sooner or