Gale Slash

The unexpected outcome made both their pupils constrict sharply.

But would this match end just like that?

Clearly not.

Neither Tang San nor Feng Xiaotian had any intention of giving up.

Although the Dance of the Chaos Cloak and Wind Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes had consumed a great deal of their stamina and Soul Power in their fierce collision, neither had reached his limit.

Moreover, both still had other methods—or rather, trump cards—to deal with the other. How could they possibly stop so easily?

"As expected of the Clear Sky Hammer. It truly is formidable."

Feng Xiaotian quickly suppressed the astonishment in his eyes. Raising his gaze, which flickered with green light, toward Tang San, he spoke in a cool, proud voice tinged with praise:

"The skill you used just now should be one of the Clear Sky Sect's secret techniques. No wonder it could withstand the strongest strike of Wind Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes."

"It seems you are stronger than I imagined."

Tang San said nothing. Though he remained outwardly composed, his heart was already in turmoil.

The Dance of the Chaos Cloak was a powerful Spirit Skill he had created by combining the supreme techniques of the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Sect. Its power was immense, yet it had only allowed him to fight Feng Xiaotian to a draw.

He had never expected that.

His earlier defeat to Shui Bing'er might still have been understandable, but drawing with Feng Xiaotian was something he simply could not comprehend.

So much so that, faced with Feng Xiaotian's praise, he forgot to respond for a moment.

"Don't feel like answering?"

Seeing that Tang San did not seem inclined to say much and instead appeared lost in thought, Feng Xiaotian did not particularly care. He merely shook his head