Before leaving, White Impermanence glanced at Mahakasyapa and said, "Brother, if you wanted to bully a True Immortal, you might have picked the wrong opponent. This fellow..." He jerked his thumb toward Black Impermanence. "He's no different from a mad dog. You'd better be careful."
"Hehe! This humble monk knows!" Mahakasyapa looked extremely excited. He kept scratching the scars on his body as he said, "I want to see how many more scars this humble monk can collect from a battle with the Underworld God of Slaughter."
White Impermanence nodded silently, then looked back at Black Impermanence. Without another word, he turned into a streak of white light and flew away.
Seeing that only Black Impermanence remained before him, Mahakasyapa grew even more eager. "Please enlighten me! Please enlighten me, hehehe!"
"Please enlighten me."
The moment Black Impermanence finished speaking, Mahakasyapa was already before him, moving so fast that others could only gaze at the dust he left behind.
His hands became sharp claws and thrust swiftly toward Black Impermanence's chest. Black Impermanence slid his right foot back, turning his body sideways to evade the strike.
Now that he was in close, Mahakasyapa held nothing back. Riding his momentum, he unleashed a frenzy of claw strikes, each faster than the last.
After dodging several times, Black Impermanence began parrying with the Soul-Gathering Rope.
But Mahakasyapa was simply too fast. Black Impermanence could not block the final claw strike at all, and it sliced straight across his chest, drawing blood.
Black Impermanence paused, then stepped back without expression.
Seeing that he had gained the upper hand, Mahakasyapa did not press him and likewise took a step back.
"Hehe, thank you for going easy on me..." Mahakasyapa cupped his hands.
Black Impermanence merely sighed softly and said, "Such speed, yet so little