"Old dog, come and fight!"
Song Changsheng brandished his greatspear, streams of water coiling around it. His eyes burned like torches, and his voice boomed like a great bell.
"Insolent whelp! You think you're untouchable just because you killed Zhangg Chenlong?" Cheng Yufei cradled a pitch-black metal seal in his palm, its immense aura chilling to the bone.
"Heh. If I'd been cultivating for as many years as you, taking your head would be as easy as reaching into my pocket." A look of disdain crossed Song Changsheng's face. Cheng Yufei might possess a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, but Song Changsheng had trump cards of his own. It was not yet clear who would come out on top.
"Meet your death!"
With a thunderous roar, the great seal in Cheng Yufei's hand erupted with golden light. It shot above his head and came crashing down like a mountain, seeking to crush Song Changsheng.
"Break!"
