Autumn wind, desolate and cold, blows across an empty and the serene sea.
Many parts of Yang Jian's body had collapsed, twisted, and deformed, and some parts had even burst into a mist of blood, leaving only cracked white bones.
Fortunately, the Eight-Nine Profound Skill is extraordinarily mystical. Such severe injuries could be healed back to normal in just a brief moment.
However, at the moment, he couldn't care less about healing his wounds; it was as if he couldn't feel the pain in his physical body.
His head bowed.
The vast ocean tumbled endlessly.
His heart was full of mixed feelings.
Defeated!
Defeated so utterly!
And the method of the competition was even proposed by him.
From the perspective of the words alone, this competition gave him a significant advantage!
That's why he said things like "leveling the disparity in their Dao cultivation."
But now it appears that the gap between them is far greater than he imagined!
