Despite having thousands of grievances in his heart, the innkeeper dared not take a single step forward. After all, it was clear that both Liu Changsheng and Xiang Hai Long possessed terrifying attack power. Anyone who intervened would undoubtedly die, and he didn't want to risk his life.
Unnoticed, the combatants among the ruins had exchanged blows fifty times.
The ferocity of the battle was unprecedented for Xiang Hai Long. At this moment, he was drenched in blood, with no less than thirty wounds.
Ultimately, the disparity in power was too great, and even with the Reaper Scythe in hand, Xiang Hai Long was not Liu Changsheng's match.
To have persevered this long and exchanged fifty moves with a Cultivation master was already defying the odds, an exceptional performance.
By contrast, the wounds on Liu Changsheng's body were few, only three or four, forming a stark contrast to Xiang Hai Long.
"It's all over."
