"Chu Qingyun, you really are strong!"
"But no matter what technique you're using, unleashing this much power must be draining your Primordial Power at an incredible rate!"
"So, surrender! You only have the Primordial Power of an eighth-level Martial Spirit. You can't outlast me. Surrender!"
After dozens of head-on clashes, the two remained deadlocked. Neither had managed to gain the upper hand, so Pei Yongqing decided to try and persuade Chu Qingyun to surrender.
After all, if an eighth-level Martial Spirit exhausted their Primordial Power, replenishing it would cost a hefty sum of Primordial Spirit Liquid.
His words, however, sent another shockwave through the onlookers.
Pei Yongqing, a top-tier expert from the Celestial Sword Sect, couldn't actually defeat Chu Qingyun? He had to resort to a battle of attrition, trying to exhaust Chu Qingyun's Primordial Power to win!?
Everyone knew this was hardly a glorious or praiseworthy method of victory!
