"Ah..."
"Hiss..."
Whenever Wang Qicang clashed with that prodigy or suffered a heavy blow, the Dao hearts of countless cultivators across the Three Thousand Immortal Domains sank, as though the blows had struck their own bodies. And whenever Wang Qicang escaped danger amid the battle, earthshaking cheers erupted.
This battle had even drawn the attention of several Nine Tribulations Dao Venerables from the Three Thousand Immortal Domains. Their gazes were somewhat profound and dim as they merely shook their heads lightly. It seemed that with only a single glance, they had already foreseen the outcome.
Three days later.
Wang Qicang was drenched in blood and at the end of his rope. Pills he had refined on the spot continuously appeared in the void. He raised his head slightly, a flash of shock and disbelief crossing his eyes. He could not... break through the protective immortal aura around his opponent!
In the distance.
Qingran remained calm, not even offering Wang Qicang much of an appraisal. Wang Qicang seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary, unremarkable opponent along his immortal path—and Qingran had seen far too many opponents like that.
Clang!
Wang Qicang charged again.
Qingran pointed into the void. The overwhelming killing aura that had swept in like a sandstorm shattered at once. He shook his head slightly. "Fellow Daoist, why not concede? If you fight to the death and ruin your Dao Foundation, the loss will outweigh the gain."
He sighed softly. Although this man possessed immortal techniques that had caught his eye, his magical power was simply too weak. Qingran's protective immortal aura alone would take him over a thousand years to break through. Had Qingran suffered wounds this severe, he would have conceded long ago.
Yet Wang Qicang would not listen.
An Immortal Eye suddenly appeared