Meanwhile, the battle between Li Xuanfeng and Ruan Duansheng had also begun.
Although three peak-stage spirit cultivators stood nearby in addition to Ruan Duansheng, a low-rank god, none intervened.
Everyone seemed to have no intention of helping, wanting only to watch Lord Ruan torment Li Xuanfeng, who was merely in the late Spirit God realm.
"Although using the Pride Mask has greatly enhanced every aspect of your abilities, you still aren't qualified to fight a position god like me."
As Ruan Duansheng finished speaking, he casually pressed his hand down toward Li Xuanfeng. An invisible pressure instantly enveloped Li Xuanfeng, seemingly freezing space itself and making even breathing difficult.
Li Xuanfeng's gaze sharpened. The divine power within him erupted without restraint, and the Pride Mask emitted a dark glow. At some point, a pitch-black saber had appeared in his hand, its blade inscribed with intricate runes from which faint, ghostly wails emerged.
With a loud shout, he slashed through the void, sending a black saber beam of utmost sharpness toward Ruan Duansheng's oppressive pressure.
The two collided with a deafening boom. The protective formation around the entire Cloud Dragon Heavenly Palace shook violently once again, nearly collapsing.
Li Xuanfeng staggered back several steps, a trickle of blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth. He had clearly suffered in that exchange.
Ruan Duansheng did not budge, a hint of disdain on his face. "Is that all you've got? It seems you haven't made much progress these past few years."
Before he had finished speaking, he appeared before Li Xuanfeng like a phantom and thrust a finger toward his brow. Dense black vapor coiled around his fingertip, corroding even the air with a sizzling sound as it passed.
"A mere ant without even a divine spark dares dream of fighting