"Wei Yidao, isn't that enough?" Leng Guhan formed a sword seal with his fingers and unleashed another Sword Glint, sending Wei Yidao flying.
"Pfft!" Wei Yidao flew backward. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then spat another mouthful of blood to the side. "Not enough. Again!"
A crazed look appeared on Wei Yidao's face. His aura continued to climb, and the might of his demonic art clearly grew even greater.
Even though Huang Xiao had already retreated a considerable distance, the commotion over there was still enough to make his heart pound.
"Hall Master Wei truly deserves to be called the Number One of the Three Great Halls!" Wu Cang said with some feeling.
Huang Xiao nodded. Of course he agreed with Wu Cang inwardly, but by now he no longer knew what to say.
Hall Master Wei's strength was beyond question, but that Sword God was clearly even stronger. The Sword Pavilion Ancestor truly lived up to his reputation. It was no wonder, either. After all, he was now more or less the Number One of the righteous path, so he ought to possess such strength.
"Were you hiding some of your strength? It seems I underestimated you a little," Leng Guhan said, still showing no change in emotion as Wei Yidao's aura continued to rise.
Wei Yidao chuckled, his movements growing even swifter and his attacks even fiercer.
Yet Leng Guhan still used only his right hand to deal with Wei Yidao.
"Old bastard, I refuse to believe I can't force you to use your other hand!" Wei Yidao roared.
Of course, he knew inwardly that he was no match for Leng Guhan. But if he could not even gain the upper hand against Leng Guhan using only one hand, he still could not