Everyone around the Holy Mountain was completely stunned.
No one had ever expected such an outcome.
The Saint Venerable's might had been renowned for a millennium.
But now, he was being thrashed by Jiang Jichen, coughing up blood without end.
Finally, the Saint Venerable had been forced to burn his blood essence and pay a hefty price to activate a Secret Skill. Only then did he manage to put some distance between himself and Jiang Jichen, temporarily escaping the assault.
The two now stood a hundred meters apart, hovering in the void.
Jiang Jichen's body radiated with boundless fighting spirit, his aura surging to the heavens.
The Saint Venerable, however, was covered in wounds. Blood stained his body, his face was deathly pale, and he looked incredibly weak.
But he stared at Jiang Jichen with hateful eyes, his voice seething through clenched teeth, "Jiang Jichen, you insist on courting death. Don't blame me for what comes next."
