The ancestor Xie Wanrou faced was the first one whose spirit clone had been slain. His original strength surpassed hers, but the destruction of his spirit clone—and even the erasure of a wisp of his Primordial Spirit—had left him grievously wounded.
His power was significantly diminished, and he could now only manage a stalemate against Xie Wanrou. It was clear that determining a victor would not be easy.
The other ancestor from Blazing Flame Province hovered above the Grand Canyon, one hand still dripping blood.
He was the one who had just tried to save Zhao Min, but he hadn't been in time. In fact, he had suffered a minor flesh wound when Zhao Min's body shattered and exploded.
Such an injury was utterly insignificant to a Celestial Venerable, but to this particular ancestor from Blazing Flame Province, it felt like an outrageous humiliation!
'When have I ever suffered such an indignity since reaching the Celestial Venerable Realm?'
He was furious. Utterly enraged!
