In terms of strength, although Xuan Jiang was much younger, his power was clearly a notch above.
However, Su Ye understood the importance of this battle. From the very beginning, she fought as though her life were on the line. She would rather be injured herself than yield even half a step.
Such an opponent was completely unlike any Xuan Jiang had encountered before.
Life was precious beyond measure; even ants clung greedily to life.
Much less great cultivators at the Spirit Severing stage.
They all had greater chances to travel farther along the Immortal Path.
They had a chance to pursue the path of eternal life.
Fighting desperately and not fighting desperately naturally made a difference in the limits of power one could unleash.
The two fought in a deadlock, but as time quietly slipped away, Su Ye's injuries continued to worsen.
At last, the scales of victory began to tilt.
"You really are different.
Unfortunately, what good is risking your life? Before absolute strength, everything is futile.
Everything... should come to an end."
After another clash, Xuan Jiang spoke, his gaze blazing like torches.
The way he looked at Su Ye held admiration, but also surging fighting spirit.
Su Ye's performance in this battle had greatly shocked him.
An opponent like this deserved respect as well.
Had he not had a reason he could not lose, he would not have wanted to face such an opponent either.
"Indeed, it is time for this to end! But who wins and who loses is still far from certain!"
Raising a hand to wipe away the crimson blood at the corner of her lips, Su Ye's aura fluctuated, yet her eyes remained as resolute as iron and stone.
As soon as the words fell, Su Ye's delicate body swayed slightly, and