A Drawn-Out Battle Ends in a Tie, a Remnant Soul Appears

The wind from their palms howled, killing intent blanketing the entire finals arena.

After his ribs were pierced, Xiao Wuji completely abandoned all probing. No longer caring about the arena rule of "stop at the proper point," his Mountain-Splitting Palm shadows layered one atop another as Mystic Qi surged. Every strike sought to cripple Shen Yuan outright.

Shen Yuan's left shoulder had suffered a severe blow, and his left arm could barely exert any strength. He could only grip his sword one-handed and keep circling, struggling to hold Xiao Wuji off. More and more wounds appeared on his body, blood soaking his blue training robes, his face pale as paper.

Every hard block and every dodge rapidly depleted his already limited True Qi.

He knew clearly that he did not have much time left. Once his True Qi was completely exhausted, he would be at another's mercy. He had to create an opportunity to unleash the eighth move, Cloud Roar Shocks the Firmament, as soon as possible.

"Shen Yuan, you can't hold on any longer! Admit defeat obediently, and you may yet preserve your life!" Xiao Wuji shouted harshly, his palm attacks overwhelming as heaven and earth.

"Make me admit defeat? Dream on." Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth.

He forcibly suppressed the piercing agony in his left shoulder. Memories of the thousands upon thousands of simulated battles in the Martial Arts Simulation Space flashed through his mind as he searched for the fleeting flaw between the cycles of Xiao Wuji's attacks.

Several dozen more exchanges passed in a bitter battle.

After launching continuous high-intensity attacks, even Xiao Wuji's abundant Profound Communion Realm True Qi finally showed a trace of decline. Once he finished several consecutive heavy palms, his old strength was spent while his new