The Flame Sword burned through the void.
Only to see Zhang He roar as he charged at Xiao Anshan.
Xiao Anshan extended his right hand, spiritual energy enveloping it.
Powerful energy swept over like a flood, and with a "boom," it sent Zhang He flying.
"Kill," Zhang He climbed up from the ground, attacking Xiao Anshan again.
No matter how many times Xiao Anshan knocked him down, even if he was covered in blood, he would struggle to stand again.
He was like an unkillable cockroach.
"I, Zhang He, have reached this point not because of anyone's help or luck.
Like an ant, I was unwilling, shameless, and used tricks and schemes.
Struggling bit by bit, I've reached the realm I am in now."
Zhang He laughed hideously, covered in blood.
His body staggered, but he refused to fall.
Xiao Anshan was slightly moved.
He spoke: "Whether you win or lose today, I at least admire your spirit.
But in my view, all things have their way.
