One wore violet robes, the other white.
At that moment, they became the focus of everyone present.
The crowd packed the venue like mountains and seas, shouting their encouragement.
Yet none of it affected the two men on the stage in the slightest.
"I'd always heard that cultivators from Great River Market were the best fighters. But seeing you today, Bai finds himself rather disappointed!"
Bai Qi toyed with a crimson sphere in his hand, a mocking look on his face.
"Of the previous seven battles, apart from that Sick Tiger Zeng Wen, not one was worthy of my notice. You can't be even more useless than him, can you?"
The towering Qin Liangchen tilted his nostrils toward the sky, utterly disdainful.
"Zeng Wen? Is he worthy of being compared to me? Back when he fought me over a woman, I beat him until he fled with his head in his hands like a rat."
Bai Qi's eyes lit up. "So you do have a few tricks up your sleeve!"
It was the look of a hunter delighted at the sight of prey.
Qin Liangchen disliked that look. All along, he had been the one treating demonic beasts and wandering cultivators as prey.
A Golden Mace suddenly shot forth.
"If you want to fight, then fight! Why all this damn nonsense!"
The Golden Mace carried overwhelming force and crushing weight as it smashed out, its majestic pressure bearing down on the soul.
Bai Qi remained unhurried. He tossed the crimson sphere in his hand upward.
In an instant!
Sword Light filled the sky, erupting with killing intent.
After only one exchange, threadlike Sword Light crisscrossed through the air, wrapping the Golden Mace tightly within.
An extreme cutting force burst forth. The Golden Mace shattered in an instant, breaking into countless