Chi Yunjian and He Shouyi had now completely forgotten the pain in their bodies. Even the humiliating predicament of being suppressed had been cast to the back of their minds. They stared unblinkingly at Yang Chen and Yin Yu's battle, unable to tell who would ultimately come out on top.
After stirring up vast clouds of smoke, that astonishing storm dispersed in a brief moment.
Once the smoke had cleared, Yang Chen and Yin Yu had each retreated some distance. By comparison, both seemed to have suffered injuries, though it was impossible to tell whose injuries were more severe.
"He's actually fine! That Yang fellow faced Senior Sister Yin Yu's trump card and came out completely unscathed!" Chi Yunjian cried out.
He Shouyi's pupils contracted as well.
Only Yang Chen remained calm and composed, as though he were doing something utterly trivial. The instant the collision ended, he seized the opportunity and unleashed move after move. A Spirit Fire Snake silently appeared behind Yin Yu, opening its jaws wide as it tore down at her with a hiss.
Yin Yu noticed in time and swiftly dodged, hurriedly wielding the Spirit Heaven Limitless Sword to resist. The Spirit Fire Snake did not gain much of an advantage over her.
But Yang Chen's Thunder God techniques descended in rapid succession, quickly turning his earlier passivity into initiative.
He Shouyi and Chi Yunjian's faces tightened as they inwardly cried that things were bad. Chi Yunjian especially understood this well as a Sword Cultivator: once a Sword Cultivator was suppressed, the outcome would be exceedingly miserable.
When Sword Cultivators fought others, they had to press forward in one unbroken breath, crushing their opponents until they could not breathe, until they could not lift their heads.
Attack against attack, violence against violence—this was the great