"Young people are to be feared. Why seek your own death?"
Gongyang Yongye calmly watched the Ice Dragon clad in heavy armor. A rare sense of helplessness surfaced in his heart. The last time he fought the Gongxi brothers, one of them had escaped his grasp and caused him no small amount of trouble, yet Gongyang Yongye had never felt this way. Only when facing Yun Ce, whose spear thrust forward with unstoppable momentum, did he truly realize—
He really was old.
Those days of youthful vigor were gone forever.
His passion and glory had been buried in the past. Though his body was still as strong as ever, even stronger than it had been in his prime, it had lost some of its sharpness. Facing Yun Ce was like facing his own younger self, in the bloom of youth, and he couldn't help but feel reluctant to see such talent wasted. "Given time, you'll surely reach the rank of Che Hou. Why throw your life away here?"
The only answer was the howling wind and snow.
And the dazzling red tassel in the young man's hand, swelling larger in an instant.
At the critical moment, Gongyang Yongye swung an unremarkable-looking strike at the Ice Dragon. In an instant, Saber Qi surged upward against the current with overwhelming force, and countless Wind Blades tore through more than a dozen Ice Dragons, unstoppable. The Ice Dragons made no sound as they scattered into frost and fell in a soft patter, spreading a cold, pale blanket of ice across the ground. The remaining Saber Qi swept domineeringly through the air, crashing head-on into the other Ice Dragons.
Yun Ce remained unmoved by the sight.
A spear shadow pierced heaven and earth.
The gale tousled his white robes, and a few stray locks