Yao Chijian froze, his gaze fixed on Wen Qingye. 'This Wen Qingye is truly remarkable,' he thought, nodding to himself. 'With cultivation merely at the Peak of Refining Spirit Second Layer Heaven, he can actually withstand my Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven cultivation.'
'It's more than enough to prove the strength of his foundation. As expected of the one who defeated a genius like Nie Shuang.'
Yao Chijian couldn't help but shout to Wen Qingye, "Years ago, while traveling, I came across an incomplete Ninth-Grade Martial Arts Palm Technique by chance. Young friend, you'd best be careful!"
Wen Qingye smiled faintly. "Bring your best."
"Good!" A flash of fighting spirit ignited in Yao Chijian's eyes. Looking at Wen Qingye standing before him, his blood began to boil. It had been years since he'd had such a satisfying, all-out battle.
