Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Below the stage, silence reigned. Gaze after gaze converged on the high platform, fixed on the pair of stalemated figures of Ye Xuan and Qiao Tianzhao. The crowd held its breath, as if even their hearts had ceased to beat.
This battle was too pivotal.
Regardless of who emerged victorious in the end, it was destined that half of those in the Martial Arts would perish in a sea of blood. The outcome of the battle would only decide who those dead would be.
The people from the Three Sects were trembling with fear.
The faces of the Four Great Sects gradually blossomed into smiles.
"Even if Ye Xuan is young and already a Qi Gong Master, so what? Lord Qiao hails from the Hidden Dragon; Ye Xuan couldn't possibly be his match!"
"Ye Xuan is bound to lose this battle, without a doubt!"
"The people of the Three Sects, so ungrateful, will all be buried with Ye Xuan!"
"..."
Countless dark thoughts churned in their minds.
