"Friend, you have my concession."
The black-clad elder stared at Chen Changming for a full two breaths, an inscrutable, complicated glimmer flickering in his eyes. At last, he clasped his fists and uttered those four words before turning and decisively tearing through the air to leave.
That head-on collision had already allowed him to accurately gauge Chen Changming's true strength—it was indeed no weaker than his own, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.
Under such circumstances, even if he burned his blood essence and staked his life, he might not be able to defeat this seemingly young yet unfathomably profound Body Cultivator.
Rather than continue this entanglement and invite needless risk, it was better to quit while they were both still uninjured. At least he could preserve his dignity and leave intact.
"He ran?"
Seeing the black-clad elder retreat so decisively after exchanging merely one move with him, Chen Changming could not help but reveal a cold sneer.
This man had initially relied on his Fusion Realm cultivation, intending to forcibly seize that drop of Dragon Blood from Chen Changming. Yet after testing the waters and finding no advantage to be had, he had promptly beaten a retreat.
Such keen judgment of the situation and such decisiveness made him something of a figure.
"Sima Shaoyu led a group of elites and searched the entirety of Blood Dragon Mountain before finally refining this single drop of Dragon Blood. He surely will not let the matter rest..."
Chen Changming stood in the air, his robes snapping loudly in the mountain wind. As he watched the black-clad elder flee, his expression gradually darkened.
He had to refine and absorb this drop of Dragon Blood as soon as possible.
Once he broke through to the fifth layer of the Void Refinement