"Of course, as you wish. I'd be more than glad to put an end to you myself." Feixiao agreed without hesitation.
Seeing that Feixiao had agreed, Hoolay knew his options were running out. He likely had only one strike left. Slowly gathering his aura, he shattered the ice armor Yanqing had just trapped him in, and the gaping hole blasted through his chest began knitting itself back together at a visible speed.
"That was a truly impressive sword strike... so much like the time I was defeated by that woman all those years ago." Hoolay had actually intended to use that very technique, but being beaten by a mere cub just now had dealt a severe blow to his confidence. "More than seven hundred years have passed. I thought I would have found a way to break it by now. But in the end... my claws have grown dull. You've won, kid."
Chapter 209