The starry sky was boundless and deep as two figures collided at high speed.
Ma Kuo gripped a greatsaber, flames dancing along its blade. Every swing carved a dazzling trail through the void.
Jiang Ping An wielded his staff, its tyrannical force seeming capable of splitting heaven and earth, crushing everything in its path.
Blade and staff collided, and the domineering staff came out stronger.
Yet Ma Kuo showed no panic whatsoever. The smile on his face only grew brighter.
For Cultivators who had yet to become Immortals, using immortal arts consumed an enormous amount of energy. The other party's staff technique was so tyrannical and powerful that it was bound to drain vast amounts of energy. Such fierce attacks could not be sustained for long.
Ma Kuo did not choose to clash head-on with Jiang Ping An. Instead, he slowly dragged things out, intending to deliver a fatal blow once his opponent had exhausted his energy.
Jiang Ping An sneered disdainfully. "That's it? I've beaten you so badly you can't even fight back."
Ma Kuo's expression darkened.
As Jiang Ping An swung his staff, he continued mocking him. "I thought you were so arrogant because you were that impressive. Turns out you're nothing special. I'm a whole realm below you, yet I can still pin you down and beat you. You Immortal Second Generation who relies on his family—your weapon forging is inferior to mine, and you can't beat me in a fight either. What else are you capable of?"
"You piece of trash! You brought this upon yourself!"
Ma Kuo had originally intended to keep stalling, but upon hearing that string of taunts, the rage in his heart erupted like flames. The powerful Strange Fire melted the void, and every slash seemed to carry a peerless ferocious beast