Lieyang's eyes glowed fiery red at those words, his brows steeped in amusement. "From the sound of it, Fellow Daoist has grown restless from too much stillness and wishes to spar with me?"
As he spoke, he waved a hand and directly drove Gong Wu and He Feng away with his cultivation. The cloud bridge flickering with firelight across the starry sky vanished in an instant as well.
Wang Ping met Lieyang's gaze, wearing the same smile. "How could my meager attainments contend against yours, Fellow Daoist? But sometimes, one must fight for something. Take True Monarch Diwen's matter this time—he has been far too aggressive. I cannot yield to him without end. What you owe him has nothing to do with me. I owe him nothing."
Lieyang said with a smile, "Di Wen was indeed in the wrong in this matter, but there are certain complications involved. Why not come to my Daoist field so we can discuss it in detail?"
Wang Ping nodded.
Then Lieyang added, "Your words just now have stirred up my desire to fight. Why not have a spar with me?"
Wang Ping met Lieyang's firelit eyes. Lieyang smiled again. "Do not misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. I merely wish to spar with you. I have no other intentions."
"What rules?"
Wang Ping asked. His interest had been piqued as well. He wanted to test the man currently regarded as the foremost beneath the Dragon Lord.
Lieyang cupped his fists. "We will spar through rule traits alone. No magical artifacts or secret arts."
"That does sound interesting."
Lieyang lifted his head and gazed into the empty starry expanse ahead. "Follow me."
As his words fell, beneath the watchful eyes of countless True Sun Sect disciples, he transformed into a streak of fire that cut across the vast