Heavenly Road, Yellow Springs, The Wisdom of Battle

"Fuck!"

Ling Xiao shot out like a meteor, gliding through the air for billions of miles before finally coming to a stop. A depression had appeared in his chest; it had completely caved in, covered in shocking cracks.

It had taken only one punch for him to suffer severe injuries—wounds unlike any he had sustained since the competition began.

"Ten strands of transcendence power. He looks so honest, but I never expected him to be hiding his strength!"

The power brought by ten strands of transcendence was far beyond what nine could compare to.

Especially for a peerless powerhouse like a Divine General, challenging someone above one's level became even more difficult.

"Admit defeat... It was already no easy feat for you to reach this point, but everything has its end. Stop while you can."

Divine General Pan Wu spoke calmly. His features were ancient and plain, neither striking nor distinctive. He was like one of the countless ordinary living beings—utterly inconspicuous, the sort who would vanish into a crowd without anyone noticing.

Yet it was precisely such a person who now displayed terrifying dominance.

"There is no such thing as admitting defeat in my dictionary. Unless you defeat me, I will not step down from this arena."

Ling Xiao shouted with solemn conviction, and his words left Divine General Pan Wu briefly stunned.

Dictionary? What kind of cultivation art was that?

"Your courage is commendable. I shall personally send you down."

Pan Wu gave a slight nod and attacked once more. All the Dao arts across his body converged upon his fingertip, while beneath his feet, a river of martial Dao surged forth.

This finger strike was likewise plain and unadorned, without any heaven-shaking spectacle, yet the feeling it gave Ling Xiao was even more chilling.

Because this finger