"Pah! Not much skill, but plenty of flashy moves!"
A chill wind swept around them. Gongyang Yongye spat out a mouthful of bloody froth, and the sharp, ruthless edge he'd possessed in his youth flickered across his brows. The hundred-ghost carvings on his saber shrieked like wailing spirits, ghostly faces appearing and disappearing as web-like cracks spread from a single fracture until they covered the entire blade.
He didn't even spare it a glance.
He was embedded in a stone hollow in the cliff face, his leg armor shattered to reveal several inches of white bone.
"You've been chanting Buddhist scriptures for years. Did you really think you'd become a Buddha?"
The Saber Qi lasted only a few breaths before dissipating completely, while golden light lingered in countless filaments around his old friend. At first glance, the old bastard's hide did have something of a Buddha descended into the mortal world about it. It was a pity that the words coming from his mouth showed not the slightest compassion.
"This old man still has enough strength to fight again. Can you hack out a second strike and keep yourself alive?" Blood streamed from his old friend's arms, flesh torn open until bone showed through. Yet he seemed not to feel the pain at all. He merely looked at Gongyang Yongye's wretched state and let out two cold laughs.
He'd thought he could finally deal with Gongyang Yongye this time. He hadn't expected the old bastard, who'd been lying low for decades, to suddenly spring back to life. The man had managed to perk up for a brief spell, leaving him angry, amused, and utterly helpless.
If Gongyang Yongye had truly gotten back in form and killed him with one strike, that would've been that. But instead, he'd merely faked a