Facing Hua Feng's words, Cui Tian Rui cupped his hands in salute, then turned and left.
"A loss is a loss, and a win is a win. I concede wholeheartedly."
"I'll seek Aunt Feng's guidance again someday!"
Chen Xiao cupped his hands and said a few words, then turned and left as well.
After both of them had departed, Hua Feng walked over to Nine-Headed Xiang Liu and said,
"Get up. I know you're not dead."
"If you're still unconvinced, we can fight another round."
"Forget it. I concede wholeheartedly!"
Upon hearing Hua Feng's words, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu climbed straight up from the ground.
Looking at Hua Feng, whose robes were only slightly dirtied at the hem, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu said gloomily, "A hundred thousand years ago, our strength was nearly equal."
"But only a hundred thousand years have passed. How did you improve so rapidly?"
Faced with Nine-Headed Xiang Liu's question, Hua Feng said, "Because the pressure on me is greater than yours, so naturally I can improve at breakneck speed."
"What pressure do you have?"
"The pursuit of the younger generation and the insurmountable heights of the older generation—these are all pressures upon me."
"With your speed, can the younger generation still catch up to you?"
"Of course they can. In fact, they're already close to catching up. I even suspect they may have surpassed me already."
Receiving this answer, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu said in surprise, "Has the Immortal Emperor's level reached such a point?"
"Not the Immortal Emperor. Someone else."
"Who?"
"The Supreme Sage's descendant, Nalan Zi Ping."
Hearing this name, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu immediately shut his mouth.
Because during the Dark Turmoil, he had witnessed Nalan Zi Ping make a move.
In his view, that man's potential did not even lose to the Desolate Heaven Emperor