Clang...
A clear sword hum resounded.
Amidst the sound of the sword was a figure, looking beaten and dispirited, leaning on the sword for support.
Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his face filled with disbelief as he gazed at the Holy Moon elder before him.
"How is it possible, suddenly so much stronger."
"Boy, surprised?" The Holy Moon elder walked towards him, step by step.
"I initially thought with only thirty percent of my strength, I could kill you."
"I didn't expect you to be stronger than I imagined."
"Thus, I increased my strength slightly, with that recent palm only reaching fifty percent."
The Holy Moon elder had only used fifty percent of his strength?
The Holy Moon elder continued to walk towards Xiao Yi, step by step.
His speed was not fast.
Yet every step was exceptionally heavy and steady.
For some reason, the icy cold eyes of the Holy Moon elder at this moment erupted with a trace of disgust, even malice.
