Jian Wushuang, with a sneer etched on his face, felt a wave of disgust wash over him as he sensed Elder Ye's attacks. In his mind, he had already sealed Elder Ye's fate. It was as if Elder Ye's very existence was a thorn in his side, an irritation that gnawed at him incessantly.
Elder Ye, standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal realm, was a formidable opponent. In contrast, Jian Wushuang was only at the mid-stage of the same realm. Yet, their battle was evenly matched, with neither seeming to gain the upper hand. Their exchanges were fierce and relentless, a dance of power and precision that left onlookers in awe.
As their battle raged on, their auras grew exponentially. Each attack, each parry, and each dodge fueled their power, making them stronger and more formidable. The intensity of their battle reached such a level that each sword attack they unleashed tore through the fabric of space itself.