Yue Yaya ultimately found that the Yellow-clothed woman's strength was not weak, so she had to seriously deal with her.
The strengths of the two were very powerful, fighting to a stalemate, aside from seeing waves of orange light, it was almost impossible to see their figures.
Feng Yueya and Yun Shangyuan stood in the corner, boredly watching the match.
Yes, bored.
What Feng Yueya wanted to see was a true master's duel, not a contest between those weaker than herself.
As for the Sword Emperor Yun Shangyuan, he did not even consider these childish tricks worthy of attention.
"Yue Yaya, who do you guess will win?"
"The man."
"Why?" Yun Shangyuan asked curiously.
"Because that woman's strength is indeed inferior, and besides, having fought so long, she must be out of energy by now."
Feng Yueya quietly expressed her view.
A hint of appreciation flashed in Yun Shangyuan's eyes.
"Yue Yaya's eyes are getting sharper."
"Thank you for your compliment."
"No worries, no worries."
