"Senior Jia, how about we call it here for today?" Xiao Yan said with a smile, wings spread behind him and a flaming bow in hand.
Watching Xiao Yan hover in the air, Jia Tianyu clenched his teeth. As a Dou Spirit of the Jia Ma Imperial Family, he had his own pride. Though that pride could be said to have been trampled beneath Xiao Yan's feet, there was no way he would simply surrender!
Taking a deep breath, Jia Tianyu put away the green bow in his hand and reinforced the Dou Qi in his legs. He forced out through gritted teeth, "Xiao Yan! Don't get cocky! Your flying combat technique may be powerful, but it also consumes a great deal of Dou Qi. As long as I can hold you off, it's still unclear who will win!"
"Damn it, how can this imperial Dou Spirit be so shameless? He's actually using a war of attrition against a junior. Does he have no shame at all?" the First Elder watching from the side said indignantly.
"Even so, for Yan'er, at his age, to force Lord Tianyu into relying on a war of attrition already means Lord Tianyu acknowledges Xiao Yan as an opponent on his level. Otherwise, wouldn't it have been easier to just take him down?" Xiao Zhan did not seem angry at all. Instead, he even felt somewhat sympathetic toward Jia Tianyu. After cultivating for most of his life, he had been pushed this far by a boy not yet sixteen. Even if he won, it would be nothing to take pride in—people would laugh at him for the rest of his life!
That was indeed the case. Jia Tianyu himself had guessed that this battle would most likely become his humiliation and a stepping stone for