Daoist Zhan Kong was exceedingly seasoned. Once he gained the upper hand, he swiftly stabilized it. Though there were occasional reversals, he held the advantage more often than not, gradually wresting the great momentum of heaven and earth over to his side.
If he merely wished to determine life and death, victory and defeat, he still had many methods at his disposal. But if he wanted to capture his opponent alive, this was the best approach.
Under his overwhelming pressure, Guan Liang gradually found himself unable to hold on. As Zhan Kong increasingly seized the great momentum of heaven and earth, his power swelled like a rolling snowball. A casual strike was enough to send Guan Liang scrambling for his life. At first, he could still launch a few counterattacks, but later, he had nothing left but the strength to parry.
At this point, even if he brought out some formidable method, there was no possibility of reversing the greater tide. The gap between them was no trifling matter.
Though Daoist Zhan Kong appeared utterly indifferent, his spirit was more focused than ever. Defeating his opponent was not his main purpose; he wanted the truth from the man's mouth. If Guan Liang's worldly body were ruined here, then even victory in this battle would hold little meaning.
Yet even in such a hopeless predicament, Guan Liang showed not the slightest panic. From beginning to end, a faint smile remained on his face.
After several more exchanges, seemingly realizing that he would certainly be suppressed if this continued, he leaped up. For the first time since the battle began, he voluntarily left the black stone, transforming into a golden rainbow as he charged straight toward Daoist Zhan Kong.
The rearranged forbidden formations had contributed greatly to his ability to endure until