An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Moments later, the figures of Xiao Yan and Shen Hong plunged once more into the deserted mountain ranges of Medicine Valley. The two stepped into the sky and faced one another. Evidently, their powers had now recovered by ninety percent, yet the bone-chilling killing intent radiating from their bodies caused countless onlookers to grow vigilant, as if this confrontation between the two would truly evolve into a battle of life and death.
Shen Hong and Xiao Yan had long harbored grievances against each other, and coupled with his obsession with Xiao Yan's champion status, this battle was bound to be a fight to the death.
"I wonder what gives you the confidence to stand here." Xiao Yan's eyes flickered with a trace of amber flame as he slowly spoke, seemingly viewing Shen Hong as utterly unworthy of fighting him head-on.
He was too weak.
So weak that Xiao Yan didn't even need to employ other powers; merely standing there, the oppressive aura emanating from him was enough to frighten off countless challengers.
"..." Shen Hong offered no reply. Instead, he quietly brewed something within, a mysterious and divine power in his body stirring slightly as well.
"Let's put an end to this farce as soon as possible. I'm tired." Standing quietly in the void and watching the unmoving Shen Hong, Xiao Yan spoke with utter laziness, his voice brimming with a sense of helplessness.
"Xiao Yan... you are strong."
"Whether in combat power or alchemical skill."
"However, the position of number one in the continent is still not your turn to sit!!!" With a blink, Shen Hong let out a cold laugh of assumed profundity, a trace of madness flashing within his eyes. Even knowing his own end, he wanted to