"Whew."
High above the firmament, Ye Lin panted heavily, while Li Xiaoyao opposite him was neither flushed nor out of breath, as though nothing had happened.
"Come on, continue."
Ye Lin attacked again. He had felt it—some thoughts had already begun to take shape. Charging forward without hesitation, One Force Breaks Ten Thousand Laws, the Great Dao of strength.
The two clashed once more, shockwaves scattering in every direction. The longer they fought, the brighter Ye Lin's eyes became. It felt like he had grasped it—like he had grasped something.
Close. Closer and closer.
Meanwhile, the more Li Xiaoyao fought, the more puzzled he became. Why was Ye Lin imitating him?
He felt that Ye Lin's angles of attack and Dao resonance were gradually becoming similar to his own. Ye Lin was plainly copying him.
But Li Xiaoyao was broad-minded and paid it no heed. He simply continued attacking. His methods were simple—nothing more than one exceedingly straightforward punch after another.
Yet upon closer inspection, there was profound intricacy and learning within them. Every time Li Xiaoyao struck, he mobilized every muscle in his body, with all his muscles gathering toward a single point.
This allowed every punch of his to unleash his full strength. Achieving this was extraordinarily difficult.
But for Li Xiaoyao, it seemed to be something innate. He did not need practice at all, as though he had simply always known how.
During a lull in Ye Lin and Li Xiaoyao's battle, a conspiracy concerning Ye Lin was unfolding in the eastern region of the Demon Domain.
The Demon Domain was vast—immensely vast. So vast that even a True Immortal traveling at full speed would need countless hundreds of millions of years to traverse the entire Demon Domain.
For ease of distinction, the Demon Domain was divided