The moon shone clear and bright, and wind and snow howled.
Less than a hundred feet separated the two men. Their towering auras clashed head-on between them, creating a pocket of empty air that neither wind nor snow could enter.
Yang Ge's aura was fierce and unrestrained, like a mountain flood overwhelming a riverbank, like a savage tiger charging down a hillside. It carried a violent, deranged resolve to burn jade and stone alike.
The old man in dragon robes exuded a grand, domineering aura, like ten thousand galloping horses, like towering mountains-yet beneath it lurked an indescribable air of evil and death.
The two auras remained locked in a razor-edged confrontation for a long time, setting off muffled explosions in the air, but neither showed any sign of weakening...
Before long, Yang Ge's patience ran out. Expressionless, he dragged his saber behind him and sprang forward.
The next instant, snow-bright blade qi tore through the night!
The old man in dragon robes frowned slightly, seemingly unused to this young man's ferocious habit of overturning the table before they had even exchanged a word. His hands, however, were not slow in the slightest. He leaped forward and punched.
A resounding dragon roar rang out. A lifelike Five-Clawed Golden Dragon of energy surged forth, every detail sharply defined, and wound its way toward the snow-bright saber light.
Boom, boom, boom...
The blade qi shattered, blasting up more than a dozen waves of snow two or three stories high.
Charging forward, Yang Ge felt an immense force slam toward him. Without thinking, he swung his saber to meet it head-on, only to feel his chest tighten as he was hurled backward. Holding his breath, he forcibly rallied his qi and slashed forward with Eternal Vastness, attacking in place of defending.
Boom...
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