In battle, trickery and petty schemes might catch Pangu off guard.
But in Pangu's eyes, Feng Yue instantly absorbed the surrounding chaos power into his body, expelling the pain from every eye across his body and even changing the color of his pupils.
Both of them seemed to be on the verge of roaring.
The anger on Pangu's face was plain to see, while Feng Yue hid his more deeply. His expression remained unchanged, save for a trace of sorrow between his brows.
Little Black and Little White had fallen just like that. Unless Feng Yue advanced further, it would be difficult to revive beings like Dao Venerables, let alone supreme existences like Ultimate Demon Gods.
Punch after punch collided, driving them both back. With every exchange of fists and feet, Pangu's and Feng Yue's bodies gradually cracked and began to shatter.
Yet even as they broke apart, they continuously repaired themselves, tempering their bodies to the limit.
They could withstand top-grade Chaos spirit treasures head-on without yielding a single step.
Pangu and Feng Yue tacitly used each other to lay a solid foundation for their respective paths in pursuit of the Dao.
But Feng Yue was ultimately one step behind. There was still a vast gap between the Quasi-Dao Realm and the Half-Step Great Dao Realm.
Amid Pangu's crazed roar, Feng Yue was knocked back, while Pangu stood firm without moving an inch.
"I gave you time to cultivate, yet you are still no match for this Sacred Venerable!"
"No matter how sharp your tongue is, it is useless before me!"
Pangu's contemptuous smile was obvious, his face brimming with smug satisfaction. As he sent Feng Yue flying, he swiftly used a Great Dao technique to restore his body, returning to the same crude, toe-picking brute as before, without