Yang Lie spit up a mouthful of blood. When Bai Lixuan sheathed his sword, he could sense that the lightning enveloping him had weakened. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to spit up blood.

“Thank you.” Yang Lie coughed as the light in his eyes grew dim. Bai Lixuan completely defeated him without relying on luck. This meant that even if he fought with Bai Lixuan a hundred more times, he would still lose. After all, they were no longer on the same level.

Thinking about it, Yang Lie couldn’t help feeling sorrow. He would never catch up to Bai Lixuan since the latter had the saint physique. This feeling was even worse than the injuries on his body as he probably wouldn’t end up in the top ten. But the path of a cultivator was brutal and it was hard to find an opportunity to catch up to someone.

“I surrender.” Yang Lie said after a long silence. Then, a dragon roar echoed from Bai Lixuan’s...