Yuan Chun sent a voice transmission to Xia Wuji. The next moment, the long spear in Yuan Chun's hand transformed into a dense web of spear images and shot toward Xia Wuji's face.
Xia Wuji swept up his sword, instantly cleaving all the spear images apart.
The sword's edge and spearhead pierced each other with pinpoint accuracy.
Immediately afterward, the strength of the two men collided violently, erupting into a powerful wave of energy that spread in all directions.
What shocked everyone was that in this first exchange, Yuan Chun, whose cultivation was in the Virtual Core Realm, had actually fallen into the disadvantage. His body was sent hurtling backward.
"Ugh!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Yuan Chun's lips.
"Damn it!"
Yuan Chun growled, "If I hadn't tried to force my way through the final step of forming the core a few days ago and suffered backlash that injured my body, you wouldn't have been able to gain even the slightest advantage over me."
Xia Wuji snorted coldly. He stepped on the Cloud Soaring Steps and took the initiative to attack. As he unleashed the Shadowfall Sword Art, dense sword qi howled through the air, while Yuan Chun defended himself amid spurts of blood.
After several exchanges, Yuan Chun was struck by another one of Xia Wuji's swords. The flesh on his left arm was torn open, blood gushing wildly. He let out a roar filled with unwillingness, then suddenly leaped into the air and fled.
Seeing this, Xia Wuji did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately gave chase. After only a few breaths, the figures of the two men vanished completely from everyone's sight.
"Imperial Prince, what should we do?" Zhang Tao of the Great Feng Dynasty asked Feng Kuang.
A trace of delight appeared on Feng