Ten minutes later.
The bombardment in midair finally began to subside.
An Yi stopped while he was ahead and voluntarily called off his attack. The Vermilion Bird Fire Feathers behind him contracted as well, transforming into specks of flame that dispersed into the air.
After all, the old man facing him was the guardian deity of the Jia Ma Imperial Family. If he truly pushed him too far and the two of them engaged in an all-out death match over the Imperial Capital tonight, there would be no way to resolve the matter peacefully.
Seeing An Yi finally stop, Jia Xingtian secretly wiped away a cold sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.
He steadied himself and looked at An Yi across from him, who was neither flushed nor short of breath. He sighed sincerely:
"Little brother, your fire-control technique is truly transcendent. Your combat instincts and Dou Qi reserves are also far beyond your peers! To possess such strength at such a young age—truly, the younger generation is formidable!"
An Yi also put away his arrogant demeanor. He was thoroughly familiar with the art of exchanging commercial flattery.
He cupped his hands and spoke humbly:
"Jia Lao, you flatter me. I merely took advantage of the flame's peculiar properties and gained a slight edge. As expected of the guardian deity of the Jia Ma Imperial Family, your defense is as impregnable as a fortress. I truly admire it!"
As the two traded compliments, they slowly descended from the sky, eventually hovering only a few dozen meters above the ground.
Although their exchange had been fierce and An Yi's attacks had seemingly suppressed Jia Xingtian completely, in reality, both of them had exercised considerable restraint.
Apart from part of the outermost layer of Jia Xingtian's Dou Qi shield