Each gathered their strength, unleashing madness.
Several mountain peaks collapsed, and the Blood Sword Sect's mountain gate, which had previously experienced a great battle, was plowed over again, becoming even more dilapidated.
At this moment, Chen Yuan felt utterly content.
Likewise, Guan Hai felt the same.
He believed he had probed Chen Yuan's strength, indeed it was strong, but he could handle it, no longer surprised as before.
He believed that if Chen Yuan had a blade, he had a blade too.
Chen Yuan had strength, and so did he.
What was there to fear?
The Sword Light stretched across the sky, fighting spirit soared to the heavens, Chen Yuan lavishly wielded his power, gradually shifting the battlefield into the Black Blood Mountain Range.
Guan Hai believed he was not inferior to Chen Yuan, but ultimately, true power tells the tale, Chen Yuan simply was stronger because his strength kept increasing progressively.
Fighting, Guan Hai could only retreat.
