Blade light and Sword Qi locked in a stalemate in midair, neither yielding to the other. Both continued increasing the power of their blade-light and Sword Qi attacks. Because they were so highly condensed, they did not collapse or explode.
Both held on, waiting to see who could endure until the end. As they remained deadlocked, the blade light and Sword Qi trembled continuously and were constantly replenished with power by the two men, yet they continued shrinking. The might of this strike was simply too great, far beyond what the two of them could control. It was only natural that its power kept weakening.
"They really are powerful. If I am not mistaken, the strength of this move from the two of them is already equivalent to ten percent of the attack power of an expert who has just entered the Spirit Saint Realm." Being comparable to a Spirit Saint was already an immense honor.
Even if it was merely ten percent of the power of a newly ascended Spirit Saint, it was still astonishing. One had to know that Spirit Saints and Spirit Venerables were not on the same level at all. Under normal circumstances, no matter how many Spirit Venerables there were or how many methods they used, they would not be a match for a Spirit Saint.
The old man nodded. "That is right. Though their control is insufficient and it is only a brief outburst, it truly can compare to ten percent of the strength of a newly ascended Spirit Saint. If it were a False Spirit Saint—hm, the weakest kind of False Spirit Saint—it might already be comparable to fifty percent of its power. With this move, these two can be said to have no enemies among Spirit Venerables."
Having no enemies did not