Long You nodded and said, "Your cultivation is insufficient to kill me, and I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to kill you as well. Hmm, since that's the case, why don't we each go our separate ways in peace?"
Xuanxiao chuckled and said, "You came knocking on my door to fight whenever you pleased, and now you want reconciliation whenever you please. If I agreed to that, wouldn't I lose face?" As he spoke, streams of Yin Yang energy appeared in his hand. "Invert Yin Yang, condense!" As his voice fell, a massive Yin-Yang millstone descended directly toward Long You's head.
Long You's expression remained unchanged. He lightly waved his sleeve, and a stream of black air surged forth, transforming into a gigantic dragon that charged ferociously toward the Yin-Yang millstone.
The two forces collided with a world-shaking boom, and waves of ripples spread through the surrounding space.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Xuanxiao's mouth. Clearly, he had been affected by the force of the backlash.
He stared at Long You, a flash of surprise passing through his eyes.
Long You, meanwhile, stood quietly in place with his hands behind his back, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. He chuckled and said, "You only possess the power of the Heaven Human Realm. Even if you use your Divine Sense to draw over all the spiritual energy nearby that can be mobilized, you still can't kill me. Hmm, I can put up a fight using only my own Spiritual Power." With that, he grabbed Yan Yang and vanished.
Xuanxiao was left speechless. He cursed loudly, "Damn it! And you call yourself an expert of the Heavenly Sword Alliance? Is this all the tolerance you have? I only looted