In that brief moment, Guo Hongkang understood that he needed time to heal the wound on his neck, and Li Xijun needed time to expel the notoriously sinister and difficult Merging Fire from his body. One of them had to die within the next dozen or so exchanges.0

"Guo Hongyao… how is that possible?! It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes since she left, and she still died to him when she had to fly part of the way?!"1

At this point, he already regarded Li Xijun’s swordsmanship as equivalent to that of a direct descendant from a sword sect. One hand released several talismans to defend, while the other summoned Merging Fire to form two beams of gray light as he cast a spell and shouted, "Strike!"0

The two beams of gray light instantly shot across the sea at high speed. They didn’t...0