Pan Long had destroyed the gates of Zeng Family Manor with a single slash, but he was not satisfied.
He knew he could not cut down Zeng Yingqi with one stroke as he had Zeng Xiaoqiang. Still, his full-strength strike had only wrecked a swath of buildings and sent a crowd of lackeys flying, some of them dead. Zeng Yingqi stood where he was without taking a single step back.
The old tyrant had lived for two hundred years, and he had real skill!
By rights, Pan Long should have traded a few words with him after that move, perhaps let them argue a little more. Instead, he said nothing. He swept his blade forward and charged Zeng Yingqi.
His opponent's vigor had not yet faded, but he was old. His stamina could not possibly match Pan Long's.
So why waste time? Press the attack!
With a muffled boom, Pan Long closed the distance.
Before he could swing his blade, Zeng Yingqi's cane struck first, sweeping toward his neck.
The cane was black and crooked, like lacquered hardwood. Pan Long had no doubt that if it struck home, it could split even a small mountain in two.
He met it head-on with his blade.
Another explosion-like roar rang out, and this time Wild Wind was fiercer still.
Nearly half the buildings in Zeng Family Manor collapsed. Trees and walls fell, while tiles, flowers, and grass flew through the air. So did the Innate Masters who had survived the shockwave from the first clash without being blown away.
They had withstood the first blow, but they had not yet caught their breath. Their old strength was spent and new strength had yet to rise; their dantians were empty, leaving them unable to summon any power. The shockwave from the second clash