Talent Nine, Divine God Breathing Method

"You won."

As the phantom's words fell, Su Yuan could no longer hold on. His body trembled as he collapsed straight to the ground.

The Purple Abyss Spear lay discarded beside him as he gasped heavily.

Since beginning his cultivation, this had been the most unforgettable battle Su Yuan had ever experienced.

He had never fought such a difficult battle. For seven full days, he and the phantom had remained evenly matched.

Neither could do anything to the other.

The longer Su Yuan fought, the more alarmed he became. The phantom had not even used a breathing method to confront him head-on, yet its combat power was utterly no weaker than his own.

Whether because his recovery ability had held the advantage or because the phantom had exhausted its energy, he had finally defeated it.

"Can you tell me your name?"

The phantom's body grew increasingly transparent, and the outline of a man's face became clear.

But Su Yuan did not have even the strength to lift his eyes and look at him.

"Su..."

"Su... Yuan."

Using every last bit of strength, Su Yuan barely opened his mouth and answered weakly.

"Su Yuan."

"Good. I'll remember it."

"You are qualified to obtain my breathing method."

The phantom raised his illusory right hand and lightly tapped Su Yuan's forehead. A cultivation method called the Divine God Breathing Method appeared in his mind.

The instant Su Yuan's consciousness saw the name of this breathing method, his breath caught and his expression froze.

Wait.

The Divine God Breathing Method?

Yu Tianshen... Yu Tianshen.

Didn't that make the phantom's identity obvious? It was Mr. Yu, Yu Tianshen.

Su Yuan wanted badly to rise, but even with several kinds of restorative energy supporting him, he was still recovering.

He had never suffered such immense depletion