When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.
The moment the robed youth saw even a glimpse of Zhaang Ye, his fists clenched. A murderous aura erupted from him, and the hundred-zhang radius around them was plunged into a deathly stillness, as if winter had suddenly descended.
Zhaang Ye's face grew solemn as he said slowly, "Forty-five percent Innate True Qi! To think you could reach such a level in just over a month of cultivation!"
The robed youth's fists crackled as he clenched them. He sneered, "Not forty-five percent, forty-nine! I'm just a hair's breadth from reaching the Half-step True Dao! If you hadn't interrupted my cultivation, I would have made it there in another two weeks! Zhaang Ye, are you scared now? I, Gu Yunsong, am going to beat you to death with my bare hands today! You're dead!"
