In the middle of the arena in the sky, the two figures separated once more.
Zhuang Xiaozhou stood tall and proud, his body bathed in blood. Fan Jian, conversely, appeared immaculate, though he leaned heavily on his sacred sword, panting for breath. Only his chaotic internal energy and the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth betrayed the severity of his injuries. A savage grin spread across Zhuang Xiaozhou’s handsome face, marring his features. Everyone could see he was at the end of his tether, yet he didn't care; the power of Yin and Yang surged around him once more, a testament to his determination to fight until the very last moment.
Fan Jian’s eyes turned grave, and he raised his sacred sword again.
Chapter 253