Epilogue

Yuan Rong really had gotten more and more carried away as the fighting went on. By now, he had been gravely wounded seven times.

Yet every time he recovered, he was not only completely fine, but more vigorous than before.

Jiu You couldn't help staring in astonishment, and even Jiang Xinyuan looked stunned.

A nearly three-hundred-zhang Dharma form towered between heaven and earth, mercilessly beating Jiang Xinyuan's Dharma form. There was hardly any room left for Jiu You to intervene.

He couldn't intervene, and he didn't dare.

Yuan Rong's condition was clearly becoming strange. He looked... excited?

No, "excited" wasn't quite right. It was more like he'd lost his reason.

It seemed the only thought left in his mind was to kill the Jiang Xinyuan before him.

Jiang Xinyuan couldn't help feeling bitter. After several exchanges, the powerful backlash of spiritual energy finally sent him stumbling backward.

He stared in disbelief. Was the Fourth Hall really fiercer than the Second Hall?

Was this how Yanluo Hall buried its talent?

"Yuan Rong, don't tell me you're an overlooked talent trying to kill me to claim credit and get promoted?"

Jiang Xinyuan couldn't help speaking up. He addressed Yuan Rong, but looked at Jiu You.

The highest-ranking person from Yanluo Hall here was Jiu You, the Second Hall Master. He had to be behind whatever was going on.

Damn it!

Jiu You's face darkened. Overlooked talent, my ass. Everyone in Yanluo Hall knew exactly what Yuan Rong was capable of.

Who knew why the man was so valiant today—or so thickheaded!

He'd been willing to get badly hurt any number of times just to kill his opponent.

It wasn't just Jiang Xinyuan who'd misunderstood. Even Jiu You wondered whether Yuan Rong had suffered some enormous injustice.

But whether or not Yuan Rong