Another Academy disciple nodded, his expression growing somewhat grave.
"This time, the people from West Buddha Province clearly came prepared. Senior brother, can your Ironclad Promise break through his defenses?" the Confucian scholar asked with a frown.
The senior brother replied, "I'm not sure. We'll only know whether I can beat him once we actually fight."
The junior brother's expression grew even grimmer.
No one knew better than he did just how extraordinary his senior brother was.
Among the current students of Shangyin Academy, aside from Li Fei, that rising star with boundless potential, the senior brother beside him was unquestionably the strongest.
Even Li Fei was still far behind him. Though she had monstrous talent, she had only become a King recently. She would need a few more years to surpass the senior brother before them.
For a powerhouse like him to openly admit that he wasn't sure he could defeat his opponent showed just how deep Monk Jile's foundations were!
"Then what if the two of us join forces?" the junior brother asked again.
The senior brother replied, "If we fight together, we're certain to win. But ganging up on one person would put us in the wrong. Even if we won, it wouldn't be glorious."
In the distant sky, while the two were talking, Zhao Changkong had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
To be fair, Zhao Changkong was an exceptionally talented man.
His use of the Power of Law and the many Daoist techniques he had mastered were all remarkable.
He was also extremely skilled at controlling flying swords. His swordsmanship had reached the divine, and its might was extraordinary—even capable of piercing the defenses of a top-grade King-level defensive technique!
Unfortunately, there was always a higher mountain beyond the one before you.
Monk Jile, from the