As the shout fell, a calm voice slowly spread. At that moment, everyone in the Falling Mountain Range was jolted awake by those words.
"Is it finally beginning? Soul Hall and the Alliance—these two peak powers of the continent have finally reached the moment of deciding victory and defeat. This battle is destined to be remembered in history...!"
"Who wins and who loses will soon be revealed...!"
Discussion rang out without end. Looking at the two opposing camps above, one cold and sinister, the other blazing hot, even the aura they casually leaked was enough to make hearts tremble. Once they truly began fighting, just how earth-shattering would it be? Such a great battle had not appeared in the Central Continent for many years.
Old Yao looked at the Soul Hall Master. As the Alliance Leader, it was only proper for him to speak now. He looked at the man, at those eyes that revealed no emotional fluctuations, and said calmly, "We accept the battle. The question is, how do you want to fight? A full-scale war, or something else? We should at least draw a line."
The Soul Hall Master suddenly smiled as he looked at Old Yao. "Not bad courage. The Lord of Heavenly Mansion truly lives up to his name..."
"Three battles, two victories. The winner is king, the loser is a bandit. What do you say?"
"Or you may choose a full-scale war. But do not think that gathering a few forces and forming this so-called Alliance means you can contend against my Soul Hall. Soul Hall has stood upon the Central Continent for over a thousand years. Its foundations are not something a so-called Alliance can shake."
As the Soul Hall Master spoke softly, the icy aura around him continued to spread, causing the surrounding