It was no wonder Song Huaizhen harbored such hatred. The turning point of this battle, the key to victory and defeat, had all come down to Heavenly Dipper Strength.
Otherwise, Lian Youming should long since have died beneath his fists.
Song Huaizhen ground his teeth to pieces and bit his tongue to shreds in his hatred, his blood-seeping lone eye glaring fiercely at Lian Youming.
Lian Youming's expression remained unchanged. He drew back his right arm and withdrew his fist, the internal breath in his mouth splashing straight onto the ground like a torrent.
"Looks like you can only die with your eyes open!"
Without realizing it, Song Huaizhen had reverted to his previous aged appearance.
No, he was even older.
His vitality was spent, his life force exhausted. The passing years seemed like an invisible knife, frantically carving the marks of time into his body. Song Huaizhen seemed consumed by hatred as he rasped, "Don't be so pleased with yourself... your end will certainly... ngh... certainly be worse than mine. Once the Taiji Gate is rebuilt, those beings will never let you go... cough, cough..."
The outcome was settled. Lian Youming had put away his desire to kill and reined in his killing intent. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he had not intended to bother with this dying man, but sensing the resentment in the other man's eye, he spoke softly while regulating his breathing. "Why bother? You're a distinguished Daoist master, after all, and the head of a sect. From the moment you entered the martial world, were you never prepared to face defeat?"
In the space of those few sentences, Song Huaizhen grew older still. His teeth fell out, and the flesh on his face began to sag.
Hearing Lian Youming's words, Song Huaizhen laughed again, laughing