On the peak of Flame Palace.
The figures of Yang Chen and Shangyao moved as fast as lightning, flickering rapidly under the disc-like moon, their weapons clashing continuously, attacking and separating in the blink of an eye.
The battle persisted, making the onlookers' hearts feel as if they had been lifted by ropes, tense beyond measure.
Suddenly.
After Yang Chen's Yunlai Dagger locked against Shangyao's Cold Blade Sword, he stared at Shangyao and said, "Do you want to know what your weakness is?"
Shangyao angrily retorted, "Stop talking nonsense! If there's truly a weakness, it's that my strength is too weak. This might be true against the Sect Leader, but with you, it doesn't exist!"
Hearing this, Yang Chen let out a cold laugh and said, "You are indeed quite self-confident!"
Shangyao replied, "This isn't arrogance, it's self-confidence!"
He suddenly exerted force, intending to push Yang Chen away.
