Beating Tang Xiu to Death

On the Arena, Li Xiao took another palm strike from Yang Shaohua head-on. His body merely swayed slightly before he drove his opponent back with a return punch.

His robes had been battered into tatters, and the exposed skin was covered in fine wounds and scorch marks. Yet those injuries were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though his body itself were a furnace repairing itself.

His breathing had grown slightly labored, but his movements remained fluid and powerful, his gaze bright and composed.

He had waited a long time for this exhilarating chance to test himself.

At the highest point of the viewing platform, the Flying Cloud Peak Master watched the scene and slowly released the armrest he had been gripping. He murmured to Elder Shi beside him, "Where did this boy get such a powerful Body-Refining Cultivation Method?"

Elder Shi said nothing and merely nodded slightly. Most of the worry in his eyes had faded, replaced by a rarely seen gleam.

The others grew increasingly frustrated as the fight wore on.

Such intense combat depleted not only true qi, but also stamina, essence qi, and mental energy. Yet Li Xiao seemed to grow more invigorated the longer he fought. Every time he appeared close to exhaustion, he became as lively as a dragon and tiger again in the blink of an eye.

Yang Shaohua and Zhao Wumian had begun to pant, and Bai Ye's face had paled slightly. Yet Li Xiao remained as steady as a rock, even maintaining an even rhythm to his breathing.

Tang Xiu was the first to reach his limit. His hatred for Li Xiao ran deepest, and he could least endure the feeling of being used as a whetstone.

He viciously bit the tip of his tongue and spat