“Liu Tianyang, we must determine a winner between us today!”

“Ye Zheng, do you think I’m afraid of you?”

The two Fusion great cultivators locked horns, neither yielding an inch. Every move was ruthless, and the shockwaves from the battle rippled through space in expanding rings.

They fought as they flew, eventually reaching an idyllic location. As if by prior agreement, they halted and chose to battle there.

“Seniors, please wait. Could we perhaps move this fight somewhere else?” Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou quickly stepped forward.

Fusion cultivators were, after all, a minority. In addition, as Lu Yang was the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s disciple, he had long since familiarized himself with the faces of nearly all Fusion cultivators in Great Xia, including these two. Their names were Liu Tianyang and Ye Zheng, and they were both at the Intermediate Fusion Stage. One was skilled...