P.S.: Revision complete
The Great Cauldron came crashing down, destructive force surging in all directions.
Lu Xuanji swung his fist upward to meet it. The power in his fist condensed as destructive force surged upward and collided with the Chaos Cauldron. His hurried counterattack was slightly lacking in strength, forcing his body backward. Thump, thump, thump—he retreated eight steps in succession before finally stopping.
Cang Jiu strode forward and struck with a punch, his fist booming like cannon fire.
Lu Xuanji's arm flashed as he raised it to block.
In the next moment, a crisp crack rang out from his arm, and it broke on the spot.
Boom, boom, boom!
Cang Jiu closed in again, his attacks overbearing and fierce, like a ferocious tiger descending from the heavens. He launched three successive punches.
Lu Xuanji retreated repeatedly. With his state of mind thrown into chaos, his techniques had become somewhat disordered. These openings were only slight ones, and to ordinary cultivators, they would not count for much. To Cang Jiu, however, they became wider and wider, allowing him to deliver one fatal blow after another.
After exchanging blows for a moment, he fell into a disadvantage.
His arm was broken, his chest caved in, his qi and blood weakened, and his body was covered in wounds.
Lu Xuanji activated a secret art, and the injuries on his body rapidly healed, but his face had turned slightly pale.
"Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat!"
Lu Xuanji's feet flashed as his body moved, dodging the attacks while searching for the weak point in the arena's formation.
Cang Jiu's footsteps paused slightly, and he was about to abandon the pursuit.
His opponent had already admitted defeat. Continuing to pursue and kill him seemed somewhat inappropriate.
Just then, a senior secretly transmitted his voice: "Young