Song Changsheng had not expected Yi Tianzheng to piece together seven or eight tenths of the truth from the few words he had let slip—and even challenge him to a fight.
The man before him was a genuine True Lord, not some "imitation" like himself. Even if it was merely a sparring match with both sides stopping short, the pressure was anything but ordinary.
Yet his heart was stirring with anticipation.
After all, he too wanted to know just how much forming a False Nascent Soul had improved him.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with a True Lord was certainly unrealistic. He would be satisfied if he could withstand a few moves.
With that thought, his expression turned solemn. He cupped his fists in salute and said in a deep voice, "Please instruct me, Palace Master!"
Yi Tianzheng smiled slightly. Without any visible movement from him, a powerful current of air wrapped around the two of them. Song Changsheng only felt his vision blur before he appeared within a spherical arena suspended in the air and tightly enveloped by a Law Barrier.
"This is... the Cloud Arena."
"Correct. This arena was built in imitation of the Dazhen Immortal Dynasty's Cloud Arena. It is generally used for the palace elders' daily sparring sessions. You may make the first move." Yi Tianzheng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
"This junior begs your pardon."
Song Changsheng's expression was grave as his hands slowly clenched. The Power of Laws within his body resonated with the Power of Laws outside, causing the surrounding Space Barrier to tremble violently. An invisible aura swept across the Trial Ground. Yin and Yang Qi alternated into appearance at his sides, while faint yet surging thunderous power raced and roared behind him.
This power was unprecedentedly strong—so