All anyone saw were two blood-soaked men standing opposite each other.
Li Yi grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloodstained white teeth.
He raised his right hand with difficulty. "Elder..."
Almost at the same instant, Song Yan also raised his left arm, which he could barely still move.
Their hoarse voices overlapped. "I concede."
"..."
Song Yan froze slightly. He did not understand what Li Yi had to concede.
He had clearly lost this fight.
Both of them looked like lamps whose oil had run dry, unable to fight again, but Song Yan knew perfectly well that he had truly reached his limit.
His right hand was severely injured and essentially immobile.
Beneath the Sword Mansion of the Dao-Subduing, there was nothing at all. Never mind Sword Dao True Essence-he could not even condense a single sword shadow now.
His opponent, however, could still walk normally.
It was plain who had come out on top.
"Cough, cough..."
He coughed up a mouthful of blood. The intense pain in his right arm made him involuntarily squeeze one eye shut. "Hiss..."
"Senior Brother Li, a loss is a loss... If we concede at the same time, it counts as a draw. That wouldn't be very honorable for me."
To his surprise, Li Yi shook his head. "If we're only talking about this fight, I did win."
"But you've only just reached the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, Junior Brother Song, and you've already nearly fought me to a draw."
"Then once our cultivation realms are equal, I won't be your match."
"Looking at it that way, I've lost instead."
Li Yi looked at him and said, "I don't care about sect rankings. What I want is to have no equal in my realm."
Song Yan could not help marveling inwardly.
This man had his