"Damn it, why is his strength so formidable?" The Light Ancestor fumed internally. Watching Nie Feng grow stronger with each passing moment in battle, he felt an unbearable frustration. He, who had roamed the world unhindered for hundreds of thousands of years, was actually being defeated by a rising talent. What a disgrace!
Beyond the humiliation, he felt an intense sense of crisis. If he were to fall to Nie Feng, the Divine Court of Light would be in grave danger. Though he had founded the Divine Court of Light and had long since retired from its direct affairs, he still held a deep affection for it.
"Be defeated!" Nie Feng roared, brandishing his battle sword and pursuing relentlessly. The void a few inches from his body was tinged crimson—a manifestation of his dense killing intent, clearly signaling his murderous desire towards the Light Ancestor.
