This time, the great battle lasted for a full hour. The result was still Lu Yang's victory. He lay contentedly upon the Boundless Void, beside him the Clear Snow True Monarch, who was also sprawled out limply.
A long while passed before the Clear Snow True Monarch caught her breath. Her beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, the lingering traces of the great battle still on her flawless, stunningly beautiful face. She looked at Lu Yang and snorted lightly, "Much better this time."
"Your combat techniques have improved considerably."
After speaking, she licked her lips, her full chest rising and falling slightly as if savoring the memory.
"What technique was that just now? I feel you were still holding back."
Lu Yang’s eyebrows rose slightly upon hearing this. Her feeling was not wrong; he had indeed held back. After all, outside this place, it was inconvenient to use the divine mysteries of Sand-in-Gold or Spring Water.
At most, he had used the Great Tribulation Lord to modify the concept of the Divine Firmament Thunder to mimic one of them.
‘There’s no helping it, I’m still a bit behind the black-robed Daoist.’