Ou Yangming's body had only recovered more than half after his last full-out attack. He was still far from returning to his peak.
Moreover, the Nine-sworded Ruler had learned his lesson from the last time. He showed no mercy at all and did not intend to leave any chance for Ou Yangming.
Ou Yangming held the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer tightly in his hand. His gaze was still fearless as he looked at the Nine-sworded Ruler in the sky. His heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
The young fellow had seen too many wonderful things in his life. If it was not for Old Craftsman taking him in, he would have frozen to death long ago and be buried in a corner of the lower realm. How could he have seen such a wonderful world?
