Without any superfluous words, they went straight into battle upon meeting.
This battle wasn't about who was more formidable, it was a fight to the death.
The temple, enshrouded by the cold wind and night, was silent in its violent struggle.
Although there were occasional clanging sounds of weapons clashing, they were quickly dispersed by the cold wind.
Inside the side room, Elder Jiang and the old monk continued their game of chess.
They were engrossed, wearing smiles as if completely unaware of the events unfolding outside.
"Your black piece has no escape, it's doomed to be sealed by me!"
"As long as my white piece lands here, you're close to losing."
"You sly old monk, you're truly too cunning."
"Haha, speak for yourself. You old rascal, always fond of playing the 'mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind' trick."
Outside the side room, Qiao Yunhan was gradually overwhelmed by the fierce attacks and kept retreating.