Bai He could no longer continue the fight, finding himself out of breath from exhaustion, while his human opponent seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll.
Though Bai He was a bit arrogant, he was no fool. Each of his punches carried immense magic power, but they hardly affected the other party at all. The man's strength was certainly not inferior to his own; unless he gambled with his life, they would not be able to determine a victor.
This was Jiutong Mountain, a place where the Lord of Sanctity held sermons and debates. He must maintain a good image.
Bai He ceased his attacks and retreated a few steps to widen the distance between himself and Lu Hong.
Lu Hong didn't pursue the retreating figure and asked with a smile, "Are you not going to continue seeking guidance?"
"No need." Bai He adjusted his breath, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke, "You have proven your strength. You are worthy of traversing the beast tide to reach Jiutong Mountain."
