Huo Bufeng and Yi Chuan confronted each other, neither able to stand the sight of the other—there's a saying: enemies grow especially furious upon meeting.
"Yi Chuan, you and I have fought from the Vast Ancient era until now. We're old acquaintances, after all," Huo Bufeng said with an almost reluctant tone. To have an opponent of this level meant he wasn't completely alone, and at the very least, there was some pressure driving him to constantly strive harder in cultivation.
Suddenly deciding to kill—it was indeed a bit hard to go through with it.
"Acquaintances, of course," Yi Chuan replied, still oblivious that this was a trap, continuing to step deeper into Huo Bufeng's conversational snares. He willingly walked into the net while the old man remained focused elsewhere, dealing with his own matters.
The tides were beyond reversal.
Huo Bufeng sneered coldly, symbolically waving his right hand, unleashing an attack. Yi Chuan, no weakling himself, responded with his own strike.
