Half Saint

Nearly a thousand people on each side stood rooted in the square, glaring at one another. Neither side made the first move.

Whether it was the Clear River Sect or the Ice Spring Sect and the others, none had complete confidence in the situation at hand.

Lu Feng was confident he could take down the injured Fan Antian, but it would inevitably be a fierce battle. If he acted rashly, this mountain peak would certainly not survive intact, and many Fellow Disciples might even be dragged into death.

Fan Antian thought the same. He was confident he could hold Lu Feng back, but not that he could eliminate him in a short time. In a prolonged battle, his side would certainly suffer no few casualties as well.

Even if they still forcibly destroyed the Clear River Sect in the end, a group of wounded and crippled survivors would likely find it difficult to hold firm as the dominant power.

He had no desire to toil away only to let another power reap the fisherman's profit!

As Fan Antian watched the Clear River Three Elders slowly rise behind Yu Qinghe in the distance, their injuries already significantly recovered, the urge to retreat suddenly welled up within him.

Earlier, only through careful arrangements, a sneak attack, and a combined assault had he managed to divide and defeat those three old fellows, heavily injuring them despite their equal standing with him as second on the Heaven List.

Now that the three had stabilized their injuries, if they joined forces and forcibly fought him in a battle of trading wound for wound, it would be exceedingly unfavorable for him.

On the Clear River Sect's side, however, everyone who saw the Three Elders temporarily stabilize their injuries seemed to have found their backbone, immediately feeling