Though their attacks were formidable, not a shred of power leaked out. At their level of cultivation, strength was used only in battle; any excess expenditure could only mean their control was too poor.
However, although no power radiated outward, the shockwaves from the collision still made the surrounding space creak and crack, as though it might collapse at any moment.
"Even if the Asura King can revive you, I doubt you want to die, do you? After all, once revived, your strength will drop considerably. Whether you can cultivate back to your current state afterward is far from certain!"
After exchanging a punch and realizing that his opponent was still stronger than him, Nie Yun stopped attacking and called out loudly.
So-called resurrection merely allowed one's consciousness to awaken again; it did not mean one's strength would return as well. Take Nie Tong and the Five-Clawed Dragon Emperor—if their strength had returned with them when they were revived, the Spirit Realm would likely have ceased to exist long ago.
"That is none of your concern. In any case, I can be revived if I die, while you may not be so fortunate!"
Venerable Ke Sheng was not swayed by Nie Yun's attempt at sowing discord. He gave a soft laugh and raised his brows.
At their level of strength, their wills were resolute. Even with the Bewitcher Master Talent, he could not be bewitched with just a few words.
"Is that so? Then I'd like to see what you're capable of. Yue'er, attack with me!"
Seeing that the other man remained stubbornly obsessed, Nie Yun knew there was no use saying more. With a cold snort, he held the Ice Sword in his left hand and the Big Dipper Sword in his right, and the twin swords tore through