Yun Yue darted back a hundred feet, panting a few times as he glared viciously at the lowly young Martial Warrior still standing stubbornly before him.
The Gang Qi around Lü Bufan shuddered, and a suit of Top-Grade Spirit Artifact Battle Armor shattered, scattering across the ground. Beneath it, he actually wore another suit of faintly glowing leather armor made from the hide of some unknown Spirit Beast.
"Have you no shame?" Yun Yue shouted furiously. "You actually wore three layers of Battle Armor!"
Lü Bufan flicked his wrist, and a bracelet shone with flowing, iridescent light... "Not just these. I have two protective Magic Treasures too... all made by Longcheng Peak!"
Immortal Master Qingming cheered loudly at the sight. "Excellent, excellent! Do you see that? This is Longcheng Peak's strength! What does a mere one-realm advantage amount to?"
The beautiful female peak master spat. "Shameless bastard..."
Yun Yue snorted coldly. "Enough. Are you enjoying being my punching bag? You've angered me. Within three breaths... you're going to die!"
Although he was no Sword Cultivator, Yun Yue still wielded an immensely powerful magic sword. With a sweep of his blade, a string of luminous talismans slashed out like Sword Qi, carrying scorching heat...
Seeing the increasingly powerful attack, the spectators below immediately began whispering among themselves.
"That Sect Hall Attendant probably won't hold out this time. That youngster from Jingbo Peak is only now showing his true killing power..."
"He's been attacking from the air all this time, and only now is he getting serious..."
"Mm, no outsiders meddling in enlightenment at the Mirror-Viewing Platform... that's how it should be."
Lü Bufan still held the Heavy Sword Wuming before him. An unending barrage of spiritual power struck the heavy blade, driving him back step after step until his feet scraped