Half a month later.
Two people were fighting on the mountain behind Elder Hall.
Feeling the commotion coming from the mountain, Qian Renxue, who was cultivating in her quiet room, felt a vein in her temple twitch.
Those two!
The entire hall had been trembling from the aftershocks of their battles for more than ten days now.
For the past ten-odd days, after the first day or two, the two of them had sparred from morning until night every day. They spent all their time fighting, except when they slept.
Yu Tianshuo in particular—he never seemed to cultivate his Soul Power, yet he'd somehow risen two levels again in just over ten days, reaching level 48 as a Soul Ancestor. Comparing people really was enough to make you furious!
At that thought, Qian Renxue couldn't take it any longer. She pushed open the door to her quiet room, paid no mind to the maid waiting outside, and strode toward the mountain behind the hall.
Meanwhile, on the mountain behind the hall.
Yu Tianshuo was covered in golden scales, Dragon Wings beating behind him as he gripped Draven's Axe and looked up at Qian Daoliu, who held the Holy Sword in the sky.
Qian Daoliu stood in midair with his hands behind his back, smiling down at Yu Tianshuo. He looked every bit like an immortal sage.
By contrast, Yu Tianshuo was drenched in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell as he gazed up at Qian Daoliu from below.
But in only a moment, the wounds covering Yu Tianshuo's body began healing at a visible speed. The blood on his body flowed back into him through Draven's Axe.
Seeing this, Qian Daoliu said nothing.
The first time he'd seen this happen, some time ago, he'd thought it was an