"Ah..."
"Hiss..."
Whenever Wang Qicang exchanged blows with that prodigy or suffered a heavy hit, the Dao hearts of countless cultivators in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories sank, as though the blows had struck them instead. And whenever Wang Qicang escaped danger in the battle, their excited cheers erupted like mountains roaring and seas surging.
The battle had even drawn the attention of several Nine Tribulations Dao Venerables from the Three Thousand Immortal Territories. Their gazes were deep and slightly dim, and they merely shook their heads, as though a single glance was enough to tell them the outcome.
Three days later.
Wang Qicang was drenched in blood, driven to the end of his road. Only the pills he refined on the spot kept emerging from the void. He raised his head slightly, shock flashing through his eyes. He could not... break through his opponent's protective immortal aura!
In the distance.
Qingran remained calm. He had little to say about Wang Qicang, who seemed to be no more than an ordinary, unremarkable opponent on his path to immortality. He had seen far too many opponents like him.
Swish!
Wang Qicang charged again.
Qingran pointed a finger at the void, and the towering killing force sweeping toward him like a sandstorm shattered at once. He shook his head slightly. "Fellow Daoist, why not concede? Fighting to the death and ruining your Dao foundation would cost you far more than you stand to gain."
He sighed softly. Although this man possessed an extraordinary Immortal Dao trick that had caught his eye, his magical power was truly feeble. Even his protective immortal aura alone would take the man a thousand years to break through. Had Qingran suffered injuries this severe, he would already have conceded.
Yet Wang Qicang refused to listen.
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