Two figures, like birds with broken wings, spiraled down from the sky. Never before had heaven and earth been so silent; apart from the fierce howling of the astral wind, there was no other sound.
The cultivators watching the battle stood up unevenly, pair after pair of eyes glued tightly to the two figures. Their mouths hung open for a long while, silently speaking of the shock at the bottom of their hearts.
Before taking part in this grand event, no one had imagined that a contest between young cultivators could be so brutal.
In the earlier rounds, contestants from every side had already gone all out, even trading injuries for injuries. They had thought that was the limit, never expecting the finals to be even more ruthless—willing to trade life for life, ending in mutual ruin.
After the two of them fell from the bounds of the Cloud Arena at the same time, Zhuang Yuechan and Qin Zhengdao both leaped into the air, turning into streaks of light as they steadily caught them.
As everyone present looked at the two unconscious fighters, beyond their shock at the outcome, they felt something even more complicated.
By the time this battle had reached such a point, victory or defeat was no longer important. They had witnessed with their own eyes a brilliant star falling from the vault of heaven, yet the one who had accomplished all this was merely an unknown nobody.
Moreover, he was only at the Middle Golden Core Stage. Defeating a stronger opponent from a lower realm had never been easy since ancient times, yet Song Changsheng had done it. He had done everything to perfection and handed in the most stunning answer possible.
"Ji Liangyu, Long An, and Ling Xiao—none of the three seeded contestants made it