The waves of the Sea of Bitterness could not be stilled, nor could the hatred of this mortal world ever be saved away.
The Calamity Deliverance sword momentum was forcibly blown apart by the Human Character Sword!
Even as he retreated, Yi Shengfeng maintained a steady combat stance. His momentum had waned, but his frame had not fallen.
A prodigy of this caliber had to achieve one thing—at all times, they had to ensure they could erupt with their strongest state at any moment.
Sometimes, victory or defeat was decided in an instant.
Those unable to remain prepared at all times had no right to taste the fruit of victory.
Jiang Wang was like this even when walking in ordinary times.
Naturally, he would not let this hard-won advantage slip away now. Azure Cloud Marks flickered beneath his feet, and man and sword alike were already pressing close!
Rather than charging head-on, he made perfect use of the shifting versatility of Walking on Azure Clouds, constantly fighting for advantageous positions.
As Yi Shengfeng retreated, he stepped through the Heavenly Secret Step, likewise constantly adjusting his position.
On the grand scale, one advanced while the other retreated; within the smaller range, they fought and contended for every inch. Afterimages layered around them, and at a glance, it seemed as though dozens of people were locked in ceaseless melee.
"Why don't you dare face yourself?" Yi Shengfeng asked coolly. "Back then, I won the immortal opportunity. It is only right that you hate me."
"Yes. Sixteen years ago, you won the favor of Southern Dipper Hall." Jiang Wang's voice was calm, containing no hatred at all—only indifference.
Indifference was the deepest contempt.
"And then? Sixteen years later, you have even lost the courage to face me fairly."
As the final word fell,