The Qi of the two Spirit Lords burst forward, threatening to crush everyone present.
Xuan did his best to hold on, and even then, some blood dripped down his nose. Clearly, this amount of pressure was way too much.
"Nephew, just like yourself, I hate prolonged battles... Why don't we do three attacks each?" Chen Zemin suggested. "Three of our most powerful attacks, and whoever dies first is the loser."
Chen Shun smiled. "You're underestimating me, uncle. Just because I have been here for so long doesn't mean I didn't have all the time in the world to hone my techniques. An old coot such as yourself still follows the old ways, doesn't he?"
He didn't get a reply in return. Instead, Chen Zemin entered a defensive stance, his expression hardening.
"As your elder, I shall give you the first attack, dear nephew."
Xuan carefully covered the cups in his Qi, reinforcing them. He didn't want the cups to break because they were passively weakening everyone present.
