For a time, no one in the pavilion dared so much as breathe loudly.
Only after a while, when the two men in the image had exchanged thousands of punches without showing the slightest sign of stopping, did Xiahou You murmur with her brows tightly furrowed:
"Young Master Taiping is wagering his life against Ao Yan!"
The Old Martial God Zhu Huai also drew a deep breath and said:
"But if they don't do this, whichever side withdraws his fists first will suffer a crushing defeat."
Little Princess Chu Tiancheng asked in some bewilderment:
"To stake your future cultivation, or even your life, on a single victory or defeat... is it worth it?"
Everyone fell silent.
But after that brief, oppressive silence, Xiahou You suddenly drew a deep breath and said with great conviction:
"For an ordinary cultivator, perhaps it isn't!"
"But for a pure seeker of the Dao, this victory or defeat is worth more than anything else!"
Her words sent a shudder through their hearts.
Rumble...!
As Xu Taiping's and Ao Yan's fist shadows continued to collide in the image, their fist force and combat power began to diminish at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Boom!
Yet what filled everyone's eyes with horror was that each time his aura and combat power weakened, the seal beneath Xu Taiping's feet suddenly changed and blazed with light.
Clearly, Xu Taiping was accelerating the consumption of his lifespan again.
He seemed no longer to care how many years of life he had left, intent only on slaying the Dragon Emperor Ao Yan before him.
The firmness of his resolve put all the spectating cultivators to shame.
Boom!
At that moment, the Dragon Emperor Ao Yan once again increased his aura and combat power by burning the Dragon Clan's remaining