Wan Qingteng's expression was cold. Facing Tong Jiuyang, he felt no urgency at all.
From their exchange just now, he also knew that Tong Jiuyang's Supreme Yang Divine Skill was more powerful than his own cultivation method.
Even so, Wan Qingteng did not shrink back in the slightest. Instead, he clashed head-on with Tong Jiuyang, seemingly paying no heed whatsoever to his own injuries.
With a boom, Wan Qingteng's and Tong Jiuyang's shins collided, and both men recoiled sharply.
"Not bad!" Wan Qingteng's right leg was somewhat numb. He shook it a few times, then charged at Tong Jiuyang again.
Tong Jiuyang's shin was naturally numb as well, but he had not expected Wan Qingteng to be so crazed.
He did not believe Wan Qingteng would risk his life for Wu Longfeng like this, yet the momentum Wan Qingteng displayed now suggested he had utterly cast life and death aside.
This instead left Tong Jiuyang somewhat wary. He could no longer fathom what Wan Qingteng was thinking.
"Hmph!" Tong Jiuyang snorted coldly. He took a deep breath and pressed his hands down slightly, instantly gathering the supreme yang true qi within his meridians into his palms. His palms immediately turned somewhat crimson, and a vast, unyielding yang aura filled the space around them.
Then Tong Jiuyang pushed off the ground, his figure like a phantom, and appeared before Wan Qingteng in an instant. Wan Qingteng's expression changed slightly, and he swiftly retreated three steps. But after those three steps, he found Tong Jiuyang right on his heels, giving him no chance to put any distance between them.
Since he could not open up any distance, Wan Qingteng stopped retreating and met Tong Jiuyang head-on.
A trace of wariness flashed across Tong Jiuyang's face, but he had no intention of giving