Within Xuan Cang Cave Heaven.
Facing Li Chenliang's overwhelming suppression, Monk Jile had come prepared, yet he still felt utterly miserable.
Every time he unleashed greater power, Li Chenliang would unleash even greater power at the same time, suppressing him once more. The cycle repeated endlessly, as if it would never end!
He was outmatched in their clash of laws and crushed in their contest of martial arts.
Even when he tried to use the terrain and the surrounding creatures to wear his opponent down and carve out some breathing room, Li Chenliang saw through him in no time.
Monk Jile had thought he was thoroughly prepared, but to his horror, he discovered that not only was his Martial Dao Realm inferior—even the combat experience he prided himself on seemed utterly worthless before Li Chenliang!
All along, he had regarded his opponent as little more than a pretty ornament who had grown up under his father's protection. Only when they truly fought did Monk Jile realize just how wrong he had been!
On the contrary, Li Chenliang's many years of service on the battlefield in Tianjue Prefecture hadn't been fabricated through his father's influence.
He had earned the title of Demon Quelling Marquis with every thrust of his spear.
For twenty years, Li Chenliang had led troops into battle and fought the Demonic Horde.
Throughout those twenty years, he had licked blood from the edge of his blade on the battlefield and repeatedly found himself at death's door.
Li Chenliang's present strength was indeed closely tied to the fortune of having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but his own efforts could not be overlooked either.
Jile was dismayed to discover that his so-called combat experience was utterly trampled by Li Chenliang.
His opponent's combat experience was