Under Ye Tian's rapid, lightning-fast assault, Wu Xingdao was like a skiff tossed upon raging tides, able only to drift with the waves, powerless to resist.
Ye Tian's foundation was solid, his spiritual energy powerful, and his sword light grew ever sharper and more terrifying. Even with spiritual energy defenses, Wu Xingdao could not endure such one-sided punishment.
Suddenly, blood flowed from Wu Xingdao's mouth and nose.
Then, his figure vanished into the void once more.
Watching his enemy suddenly disappear, Ye Tian did not feel regretful.
Forcibly using immortal arts had inflicted great damage on Wu Xingdao.
With injuries like these, the scales of victory had already tipped toward Ye Tian.
For Ye Tian, once he gained the upper hand, it was impossible for his enemy to turn the tables.
At that moment, Wu Xingdao spoke in a cold, hoarse voice. "Your spatial arts are unusual. Where exactly did you learn them?"
"No matter where I learned them, I obtained them openly and honorably." Ye Tian's ears twitched, but he still could not grasp Wu Xingdao's location. "As for you, you sacrificed so many people and still got nothing. You do not even have a decent technique. Were you played for fools?"
Wu Xingdao spoke again, his voice still seeming to come from every direction.
He said hatefully, "Do you think you can bait words out of me like this? Next, I want to see whether your spatial arts are faster, or whether my void technique is superior."
Hearing Wu Xingdao's words, Ye Tian smiled faintly. "Saying such things while hiding in a rat hole is not very convincing."
He did not search everywhere for Wu Xingdao's trace. He merely stood there with a calm, breezy expression.
Wu Xingdao was so badly injured that he definitely could not keep