The arena battle that had drawn the attention of countless people finally began. Everyone watched with rapt attention, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
Many believed that once the battle began, the two sides would rush at each other and fight to the bitter end. The reality, however, was different.
The two men on the arena still stood motionless, neither taking a single step. They had both chosen to begin by clashing with the Dao of Laws, each controlling and creating all manner of Dao of Laws.
All around them, complex three-dimensional patterns appeared out of thin air. Lines outlined the mysteries of all things in the world: time, space, yin and yang, the five elements, sound, air currents, objects, and more.
It was like two people setting rules for the world, each seeking to make the other submit to the rules he had established. Whoever suppressed the other in this respect would decide the victor.
Magnificent scenes filled the sky: Myriad rays of light, mountains and rivers, vast lands stretching thousands of miles, suns, moons, and stars.
There were also scenes too difficult to summarize with words, things that entirely surpassed imagination.
Inconceivable, incomprehensible, unfathomable, unbeatable—this was the battle of banished immortals!
At this level, battle had already transcended the simple form of trading sword blows. It had become something entirely different.
Those wondrous scenes appeared faster and faster, changing wildly. The spectators' eyes gradually failed to keep up, leaving them able to barely make out flashes of light and shadow.
Even Fan Lang could not see through this battle. Those complex Dao of Laws reminded him of the Pangu System within him. Their complexity was similar, and both left him unable to grasp their mysteries.
He could at least draw some lessons from Iron Bone Marshal's battle,