The Golden Dragon Sword and the Red Curved Blade collided rapidly in midair. After several successive clashes, several clear scars marred the sword's blade, and its spiritual glow had dimmed somewhat.
But judging by its condition, the sword should still be able to hold off the Red Curved Blade for a while.
Liu Yu narrowed his eyes, watching the two magical artifacts, one gold and one red, as he made his assessment.
However, just as the battle reached a balance, another change occurred on the effeminate man's side.
Seeing the dire situation, the effeminate man knew that dragging this out would mean a slow death. He increased his magical power output, and the pink seal and Red Curved Blade flared with spiritual light once more, their might rising a notch.
The effeminate man was named Yi Yong'en. Possessing dual spiritual roots, he had received special training from the Hehuan Sect since childhood. At twenty-four, he had reached the seventh layer of Qi Refining and entered the inner sect. This year, at thirty-one, he had already reached the Qi Refining Ninth Layer.
With purple sun grass in his possession and his natural aptitude, he had a fifty percent chance of successfully reaching Foundation Establishment. There was only one reason he had still undertaken this dangerous mission: a Golden Core Stage cultivator of the Hehuan Sect had promised the inner and outer disciples that whoever rendered great service in this war against the Primordial Yang Sect would become his personal disciple.
That Golden Core Stage cultivator's Dao companion had died at the hands of the Primordial Yang Sect decades ago. He had never let the matter go, nursing hatred in his heart, and had issued this mission for that reason.
Yi Yong'en had no one to rely on within the Hehuan Sect.