"Sure enough, my experience is still too limited. I underestimated the heroes of the world."
Feeling the numb ache in his arms and the wail of his muscles and bones, Ye Fan truly recognized the strength of his opponent.
It would have been one thing if his opponent were an elder far above him in cultivation.
But this man appeared to be merely a gifted member of the younger generation, and only a disciple of an ordinary small sect. Yet he possessed such strength that it completely overturned Ye Fan's understanding.
For a moment, he even suspected that the reputations of those divine bodies had all been exaggerated by the great holy lands.
Otherwise, how could he explain the pressure this young disciple was giving him?
After Ji Haoyue's probing test last time, Ye Fan had been full of confidence that he could crush any divine body at the same realm.
But now, it seemed he had been a frog at the bottom of a well!
Even so, he did not believe he would lose to the Azure Mist Saint Son before him.
He immediately unleashed the Fighting Saint Law passed down by Jiang Taixu, whose attacks were said to be unmatched in five thousand years, forcibly blasting his opponent away.
"It seems I was the one who underestimated the heroes of the world. I, Duan De, acknowledge your title as Saint Son. Farewell, then!"
If it had only been the two of them, Ye Fan truly would have wanted to keep fighting. He did not believe his opponent could have fought this long without suffering any damage, while his Saint Body should still be able to endure.
But this was Azure Mist Sect territory. Normally, he could ignore those useless disciples, but once both sides fought themselves to the