The Immortal God King could afford to abandon his tail and withdraw at any moment. Hong Yi could not leave, because he could not abandon Jade Capital City.
Even so, he had few reservations. Whatever he faced, he now held an absolute conviction that he would win, without the slightest seed of defeat in his heart. It was what his attempt to become a Yang Spirit had given him, an achievement in its own right.
He had failed to become a Yang Spirit not because he lacked strength, but because the great vow he had made was too vast. In a sense, he had succeeded halfway.
Even if Xu Wuyi and Kong joined forces at the height of their power, Hong Yi would not fear them now. His resolve, conviction, and mind held firm, enduring as the sun and moon.
Besides, Hong Yi knew Xu Wuyi would never join forces with Kong against him. The strongest of martial artists had his own pride.
As expected, Xu Wuyi spoke. "Why would you say that, Brother Yi? If I fought you, I would never seek help. It would be a fair fight. The same goes for the Immortal God King. I came today, first, because I sensed you attempting to become a Yang Spirit. I wanted to see what truly happens at the moment someone ascends to that realm.
"Second, I came for Hong Xuanji. If you think I came for this mass of flesh, Brother Yi, you could not be more mistaken. One day, I will defeat the Immortal God King myself and use all his flesh to fashion a person anew. You understand that well enough, don't you, Immortal God King?"
The martial artist closest to shattering the vacuum looked at Hong Yi. His eyes never strayed toward the tail