Fruitful's Talk of Life and Death

The cold wind swept past. Wang Xian, gripping the Demon Sword, sighed. "If we keep fighting, you'll lose all joy in breaking through."

"Are you afraid?"

After breaking through, Xia Yun's eyes stirred with ripples.

He threw his head back and roared, "I wasn't afraid of you before. Now that I've broken through two realms in succession, why should I let you slip away right under my nose?"

Wang Xian did not panic. He merely sighed. "Don't you know that only a prodigy who survives can see tomorrow's sun?"

"There won't be a sun tomorrow—and you won't be seeing it either!"

Xia Yun stared coldly at Wang Xian, as though doing so could slow his opponent's movements.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Yun had completed an exquisite calculation and struck at his most triumphant moment.

With a furious roar, a faint golden light suddenly shone over his body, cloaking him from head to toe.

The howling cold wind seemed to be devoured by the golden radiance. It transformed into Xia Yun's power, becoming stronger and more terrifying in an instant.

"Roar..."

He drove out a punch, blasting a vacuum straight through the wind and snow before them...

Such a swift punch was impossible for anyone in the world to evade in an instant.

Xia Yun, having broken through, also knew that his essence, energy, and spirit were at their peak. No one in the world could withstand him, so he struck!

Wang Xian naturally was not foolish enough to test whether he could block the punch. He immediately turned sideways.

He drew his sword!

He struck!

Like snowflakes shaken loose in the wind, he drifted lightly down before Xia Yun.

But Xia Yun no longer cared about anything. He was like a mad tiger.

Leaning forward, his arm