After Yan Yang stepped onto the arena, Xie Feng burst into laughter and said, "Have you forgotten the fear of being beaten back then? You still dare to come up here and fight?"
Yan Yang immediately gathered his cultivation to its utmost limit. His body blazed like the scorching sun, radiating searing light as if he were about to melt the entire arena. His gaze was resolute, and he showed no fear in the face of Xie Feng's provocation. Instead, an unstoppable fighting spirit surged within him.
Faced with Yan Yang's sudden transformation, a trace of surprise flashed through Xie Feng's eyes, but he soon revealed a smug smile. He raised the sinister longsword in his hand. The blackish-purple aura covering the blade churned like ten thousand evil snakes, and a vicious aura swept toward them. His movements were as swift as lightning. With one slash, his sword aura cut through the air with unmatched sharpness and instantly crossed with Yan Yang's attack.
Yan Yang advanced instead of retreating. His body blazed like flame as he wielded his longsword and met Xie Feng's attack head-on. Sword light and sword aura intertwined, producing ear-piercing clanging sounds. The air above the arena seemed to be torn apart by the searing and evil forces.
Suddenly, a flash of purple light flickered in Xie Feng's eyes, and his figure vanished from where he stood. Then, a powerful beam of purple light swept past Yan Yang's front, moving so quickly that it was nearly impossible to see clearly. Yan Yang only had time to dodge with difficulty, but the tremendous impact carried by the purple light still sent him flying.
Yan Yang staggered back several steps before coming to an unsteady stop at the edge of the arena. The sweat on his forehead sizzled when