Although Liu Changxu had gained the upper hand in the battle, securing an outright victory was far from easy.
His Red Lotus Heaven-Burning Palm was formidable, but striking a Spirit Transformation cultivator who had mastered the Divine Ability of Instantaneous Teleportation was exceedingly difficult.
And so, they fought for an entire day and night. By the following afternoon, the battle was still raging.
Although Murong Yuyao remained at a disadvantage, she gritted her teeth and held on for her sect's honor, occasionally launching counterattacks at Liu Changxu in hopes of turning defeat into victory.
However, she had less than thirty percent of her magic power left. If the battle continued, defeat would ultimately be inevitable.
Liu Changxu was not in particularly good shape either, with less than half his peak magic power remaining, but his condition was undoubtedly much better than Murong Yuyao's. If they kept fighting, he stood a strong chance of winning.
Still, the main reason Liu Changxu had persisted in fighting Murong Yuyao for so long was to hone his combat skills through their battle.
Fighting Murong Yuyao had considerably deepened Liu Changxu's understanding of the Sword Dao.
When their battle stretched into dusk, Liu Changxu suddenly recalled his Twelve Red Lotus Skyburning Swords and called out:
"Fellow Daoist Murong, your combat prowess is extraordinary, rarely matched by anyone I have encountered in my life. Who knows when this will end if we keep fighting? With a formidable enemy before us, why not call this a draw?"
"Very well! As you suggest, Fellow Daoist Liu, let us call it a draw. When another opportunity arises, I will seek your guidance again!"
Seeing Liu Changxu cease fighting, Murong Yuyao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. If they had continued, she would undoubtedly have lost before the night was