However heaven-defying a genius's gifts might be, growing stronger still took time. Huang Xiao and Duan Ren were still young; however quickly their power grew, they could not match the decades of accumulation of an old man like He Jing.
A genius was only a genius. Only after the tempering of time could one become a true expert, a powerhouse.
"Kill!" Huang Xiao charged first. He knew He Jing certainly would not kill him for the moment, so he could fight with all his might without worrying about his life.
Seeing Huang Xiao move, Duan Ren followed close behind and charged at He Jing.
He Jing smiled coldly, then his figure moved through the wind and snow. The snowflakes filling the sky seemed wholly unaffected by his movements, as though he were not there at all, and continued to swirl everywhere.
Huang Xiao immediately unleashed the fourth stage of the Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist. This was his strongest move; there was no need to test the waters now.
"That move again. Good. Let this old man experience the wonders of this cultivation method once more." A trace of delight appeared on He Jing's face when he saw Huang Xiao's move. He coveted the demonic art Huang Xiao was using, and this fist technique as well, of course.
He Jing did not draw his sword. In his view, dealing with these two youngsters did not require it.
His power might fall short of Lin Zhenhou's, but it was at least above Fang Rongcheng's, so he was confident.
He Jing's body became a succession of Phantom Images streaking through the air, and he appeared before Huang Xiao in an instant.
"Die!" Without hesitation, Huang Xiao drove a fist straight at He Jing's face.
"Too weak." He Jing also threw a punch.