"Next time we meet, I'll kill you."
"I'll be waiting."
Having thrown down those harsh words, Xu Yang gave Cangwu a long look, then turned and limped away with his spear in hand.
He had originally intended to use this opportunity to leave the mountains and make a name for himself across the entire Eastern Region in a single battle.
Who would have thought that this battle would send him right back into the mountains?
If he'd known, he wouldn't have gotten involved.
The moment he left the mountains, he ran into the strongest one.
Damn it.
Watching Xu Yang limp away, the countless cultivators observing the battle wore expressions full of admiration.
No one knew where this guy had come from, but he was incredibly strong.
Far stronger than the renowned Sword Fanatic.
The Sword Fanatic had been slaughtered outright, but what about this guy?
He had actually fought Cangwu to a standstill.
If he hadn't fallen short by half a move at the end, he might truly have been able to kill Cangwu.
This guy's strength was beyond question.
They could only admire him—there was nothing more to say.
"Gun Immortal, this guy may be a little arrogant, but his strength is truly unquestionable. It's just a pity he didn't have a seventh spear strike. If that seventh strike had come out, Cangwu would have died for sure."
"Isn't that so? His spear techniques are simply too tyrannical. Who knows where he learned them?"
"I saw a trace of artistic conception in his spear techniques—a trace of something beyond my understanding. Perhaps... it was a Saint's method."
"A Saint's method? Looking through all of ancient and modern history, which Saint used a spear?"
"There was one. There was someone..."
"You mean the demonic spear wielder who suffered backlash