Clashes between Primordial Spirits were not as thunderous as collisions of martial arts, capable of producing terrifying disturbances and destructive power.
On the contrary, clashes between Primordial Spirits had always been silent and imperceptible. At least from the outside, nothing could be seen.
Yet the terrifying pressure radiating from those two men revealed the danger within with unmistakable clarity.
Everyone was pressed so hard they could barely breathe.
Two terrifying Primordial Spirits collided fiercely in the void.
It had to be said that Xiao Aoshi's Primordial Spirit was truly terrifying beyond measure.
Even though Yu Huatian had devoured the Primordial Spirits of numerous powerhouses and tempered his own for a long time, making it far stronger than his cultivation realm, and even though he had seized the initiative by striking first, he still could not damage Xiao Aoshi's Primordial Spirit.
If Yu Huatian's Primordial Spirit could be compared to a river, then Xiao Aoshi's was an immense lake, its depths unfathomable.
The strikes from Yu Huatian's Primordial Spirit merely stirred waves and ripples within it, unable to break it apart.
With every collision, Yu Huatian's face grew a shade paler.
At that moment, he finally realized that his Primordial Spirit was still not strong enough.
In a contest of Primordial Spirits alone, he still could not contend with a Union with the Dao expert of Xiao Aoshi's caliber.
After all, he had spent far too little time tempering his Primordial Spirit.
Xiao Aoshi, meanwhile, was Xiao Sanxiao's son and had lived for at least three or four thousand years.
According to Xiao Aoshi, the time he had devoted to tempering his Primordial Spirit alone amounted to a full thousand years.
How could Yu Huatian's few years of cultivation and the Primordial Spirits of a handful of Heavenly Being experts he