The great battle had reached this stage, Cang Jitian's expression was unprecedentedly serious.
Since his debut, he had never been this solemn, except when facing those True King talents. Naturally, he mostly just sparred; he had never tried to duel to this point.
One must know, back in the day, even when facing the most prominent figures among the young generation, when he set aside those True King talents, he always bulldozed through, never encountering any life-threatening adversaries. Those able to withstand more than ten rounds with him were few, let alone now, it had already gone beyond a thousand moves.
Both had shed blood, but in truth, Cang Jitian was slightly at a disadvantage, with injuries more severe than his opponent.
And repeatedly, he attempted to break through the mist-like divine radiance surrounding the opponent's face but never succeeded.
Who exactly was the opponent? This question made him extremely curious.
Boom, boom, boom —
