"You broke through? Not bad, not bad."
Qi Fei was very pleased.
His efforts to use the protagonist's legendary Mouth Escape Technique to pave the way for Hong Xuanji hadn't been wasted.
"You'd better take care of yourself first."
Hong Xuanji gave a cold snort.
He hadn't wanted to break through so hastily, but this opponent was truly extraordinary. A Martial Saint couldn't handle him.
Fortunately, his blood and qi, and his fist intent, had long since been tempered to near perfection.
Otherwise, he would have had to find another way to make up for it later.
"Heh, young man, you've got guts."
Qi Fei laughed.
Although, in terms of Martial Dao realm, you, a master who has accumulated power for many years, are indeed stronger than me.
But who says combat strength is determined entirely by one's realm?
Hong Xuanji said nothing. He simply summoned the Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens once more.
It was, after all, Human Immortal martial arts. Hong Xuanji's fist intent was now on an entirely different level from before.
Even ordinary people who didn't cultivate their souls or study martial arts could vaguely glimpse the immense wheels borne on the backs of the gods and demons of the heavens.
"Good! Bring it on!"
Qi Fei roared with laughter.
As expected, the Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens was only satisfying when wielded at the Human Immortal level.
After laughing, he suppressed his soul power as much as possible and faced Hong Xuanji with only his Martial Dao.
As expected, in this state, facing Hong Xuanji, he felt a little pressure.
It wasn't because of their strength, but because of the suppression from Hong Xuanji's fist intent.
Even the fist intent he had cultivated by borrowing the power of heaven