A deacon had died at Xiao Yan's hands.
Naturally, this drew the attention of many people.
Yet with the fierce battle raging in the sky, no one had the spare attention to care about Xiao Yan now.
Yun Leng's cultivation method was suited for head-on combat, so from the very beginning, he adopted the fiercest and most aggressive close-range assault.
The greatsword in his hand, as solid as stone, let out piercing sounds of space breaking with every swing. Relying on his nimble movements, he relentlessly struck at Madara's vulnerable points, such as his eyes and nose.
However, while Yun Leng was agile, Madara was even faster. Moreover, as he grew increasingly familiar with the power of Dou Qi, he was rapidly improving in the midst of battle.
Yun Leng's fighting style happened to suit Madara perfectly. When it came to facing someone head-on, he had never suffered a loss in his life.
He dealt with Yun Leng's attacks almost flawlessly. Whenever he counterattacked, his terrifying strength seemed capable of shattering the empty space itself. The vast force, accompanied by sonic booms, directly blasted pocket after pocket of vacuum into the surrounding air.
"The Misty Cloud Sect's strength seems to be no more than this. I'm already tired of playing," Uchiha Madara sneered in the sky, fending off the attacks of Yun Leng and the other two with one hand.
"Hmph, as if you could do any better!" Yun Leng sneered in return.
Although Uchiha Madara had placed tremendous pressure on him, it had not yet reached the point where he was being completely crushed.
With two elders helping him share the burden, he was not particularly afraid of his opponent.
This was the Misty Cloud Sect's home ground, after all.
"Is that so?" Uchiha Madara smiled faintly, and his