The two would absolutely not sit still and wait—that much was certain. Finding the location of the duel was not difficult. After all, how far could they have gone from the capital? The energy signature of a battle between two powerhouses who were worthy of being on the Ranking of Heaven was not exactly subtle.0

It did not take long before they detected a surge of energy to the northeast of the capital. They streaked toward it, and from a distance, they saw Zhao Changhe and Vermillion Bird standing opposite each other on the edge of a rugged, rocky outcrop.0

The two women crouched behind cover, peering out. The first words they caught were of Vermillion Bird’s cold, detached voice, “How’s your injury? You better not say that I’m bullying the wounded if you lose.”0

Oh, just admit you’re worried about him. You seem to be more worried about him than we are. Though I guess you weren’t with us when we fought the Sea Emperor’s flood dragon body. We watched as he was almost crippled by the Sea Emperor, yet he completely recovered soon after.0

Nevertheless, Zhao Changhe had just stabbed himself with his own saber, using his blood to temper the divine sword, and now his chest was still bloody. His bloodied torso looked undeniably gruesome at the moment.0

Zhao Changhe laughed casually and said, “You don’t need to worry about me, venerable. My body’s a bit unusual. My defenses are average, but my recovery ability...0