"He only just broke through to Golden Core, and he's already this strong!?"
On the nameless mountain below, plowed over by the hurricane, a white-haired old man nearing the end of his lifespan looked up at the figure bathed in the Dark-Golden Stream of Light, a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.
"He came too quickly. I haven't finished laying out my formation... now, my only choice is to fight to the death."
He thought of his remaining lifespan, less than sixty years.
Of how, despite reaching the peak of Spirit Refining, his hopes of surviving the tribulation were vanishingly slim.
Of the Asura Dao Seed, the finest of his lineage, who had died at Li Xian's hands.
Of all the promises his sect had made him...
Countless thoughts converged. Though he had gained not the slightest advantage in their earlier exchange, he resolutely condensed his Asura Dharma Body again and met that towering figure descending from the sky like a dark golden deity...
The two towering bodies, like gods and devils, collided in midair once more without any fancy tricks.
Rumble!
Brilliant light erupted again, mixed with shock waves that tore apart every surge of air around them.
The atmosphere for more than ten li around seemed blasted into a vacuum.
With all the air in this region shattered, an atmospheric void seemed to form, and air currents farther away naturally poured into it without end.
The vast surging atmosphere caused violent changes in the weather for dozens, even over a hundred li around.
In an instant, black clouds covered the clear daytime sky. Their violent movements raised fierce winds, while friction between them unleashed torrents of lightning, turning the central area, dozens of li across, into a terrifying scene that seemed like the end of the world.
However,