"You should make the first move. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even last three moves against me."
Yang Shidao's words were sharp, but his eyes remained fixed on his opponent. He dared not underestimate him.
"That remains to be seen. But since you're being so courteous, I'd be less respectful to refuse than to comply."
Xu Mingwei was now at the peak of late Xiantian. Even against a Martial Way expert at Xiantian perfection, he could prevail.
In a flash.
He stamped his feet like an elephant shaking a mountain, while Xiantian true qi surged around him like a dragon rising from an abyss. His left palm formed a dragon's claw and grasped for the Heavenly Prominence Acupoint, while his right fist became an elephant-trunk hammer, driving straight toward Yang Shidao's abdomen.
Seeing this, Yang Shidao advanced instead of dodging. His palms glowed red as branding irons as he met the dragon-elephant force head-on.
Boom!
The bluestone slabs at the point of impact cracked apart.
"Late Xiantian!"
Both men retreated several steps and steadied themselves. Yang Shidao looked at Xu Mingwei in astonishment. "Late Xiantian."
He was not the only one. The head of the Yang Household, all the elders present, Yang Zhao, and the others wore equally startled expressions.
Xu Dezhao watched excitedly and shouted, "Go, Father!"
Yang Shichang turned and stared blankly at his younger sister. "Sister, when did Mingwei reach late Xiantian?"
Yang Ronghua smiled and shook her head. "I never ask about my husband's martial cultivation. A Yuan might know more."
Xu Mingyuan spread his hands. "I spend all day tending to the Lineage's business and traveling about. I don't know much about it either."
Elsewhere.
The grand elder said quietly to the head of the Yang Household, "This young man is no ordinary talent. His