The middle-aged man, hearing what was said, looked at the battlefield where the Vermilion Bird forces were positioned. It seemed it had been occupied, with Xia Kingdom divided into two. It was an irreversible trend, beyond salvation.
"Whether Xia Kingdom perishes or not, it no longer matters," said the middle-aged man. "I'm unwilling to accept this. I want to kill this person. To have fought me for so long, I must admit my Mao Mountain Technique is well-learned."
"I am unwilling, today, only one between us can live."
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, he vanished from where he stood, reappearing ten meters away from the Fourth Elder.
The Fourth Elder saw, knowing that the man he was dueling was indeed him, but that was all there was to it.
"To have dueled with me for such a long time is truly rare," the middle-aged man said, appreciating the Fourth Elder.
