Yang Jian's cultivation was profound, surpassing both Nezha and Huang Tianhua.
He had long heard that Tuxingsun was cunning and difficult to deal with, possessing unusual arts. From the very start of the battle, he remained vigilant at every turn, balancing offense and defense, holding back with every move, never relaxing in the slightest.
Tuxingsun was accustomed to using the Earth-Traveling Technique to move about and launch sneak attacks. Yet whenever he dared show himself from beneath the ground, Yang Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade would descend upon him like thunder.
After several exchanges, Tuxingsun was repeatedly suppressed. He could not even find an opportunity to strike, and in the end, he was beaten into not daring to reveal himself lightly.
Deep underground, Tuxingsun was secretly alarmed, his heart filled with disbelief.
He had always relied on the Earth-Traveling Technique and the Binding Immortal Rope to run rampant across battlefields. Never had anyone suppressed him so completely. He had not expected Yang Jian to be this formidable.
Alarmed though he was, he did not panic.
He still had the Binding Immortal Rope, his ultimate treasure. There might yet be a chance to turn the tables.
Having made up his mind, Tuxingsun secretly formed a hand seal. The Binding Immortal Rope hidden underground suddenly burst forth with Spirit Light, shot through the air, and coiled around Yang Jian like a streak of lightning. In an instant, it tightly bound his entire body, locking him down layer upon layer.
Seeing Yang Jian trapped by his magical treasure, Tuxingsun leaped out of the ground and burst into wild laughter, brimming with pride. "No matter how lofty your cultivation or how peerless your Divine Abilities are, what can you do? Haven't you still fallen into my hands today? Surrender without resistance!"
Yet Yang Jian stood