Yan Yang pondered for a moment before saying, "If I have to admit defeat, then so be it. Things have already reached this point. If I refuse to surrender, am I supposed to self-destruct?"
Golden Peng burst out laughing. "See? As the saying goes, those who understand the times are true gentlemen. My Azure Cloud Sword Sect isn't what it used to be, either. As you can see, we have quite a few experts now, don't we?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yang flew into the air and said, "Sect Master, don't listen to his nonsense. After that battle, his magic power must be running low. If our entire Nine Yang Sect attacks together, we may not be unable to take him down."
The people of the Nine Yang Sect all echoed Yan Yang's words. "That's right, Sect Master! If we attack together, we'll definitely be able to defeat him!"
Seeing this, the corners of Golden Peng's mouth lifted slightly as he secretly calculated his next move.
He had actually seen through Yan Yang's intentions long ago and knew that Yan Yang was merely bluffing.
However, Golden Peng decided to turn the tables on him.
He turned to the disciples behind him and said, "Since that's the case, let them witness my true strength!"
The moment his voice fell, Golden Peng seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning. His figure flashed rapidly, charging toward Yan Yang like a streak of light. Powerful Yin Yang energy suddenly surged around his body, unfolding like a pair of enormous wings. The forces of heat and cold collided violently in the sky.
Golden Peng's eyes shone brightly, filled with boundless determination and power, as though he intended to pour all his courage and resolve into this fierce battle. The aura radiating