Judgment

"Central Great Emperor's younger brother, Mu Ye Cangmang?" Fang Xuan smiled faintly. "You came to avenge him? I heard you cultivated the Sovereign Sacred Art left behind by War King Heavenly Monarch to the point of transformation, evolving the unimaginable martial Heavenly Realm law, the Seven Styles of Judgment. I would like to see just how powerful these Seven Styles of Judgment are, and whether they can truly judge a person's life and death."

"The Seven Styles of Judgment can judge not only the life and death of people, but also the life and death of all things in the universe. Everything lies beneath my judgment." Mu Ye Cangmang said coldly, "Fang Xuan, you killed my elder brother, the Central Great Emperor Mu Ye Yuan Wang. Today is the day you die. No one can save you. My Mu Ye Family carries the bloodline of War King Heavenly Monarch. Battle is our glory, and it will be your glory as well. I will give you the chance to challenge me. All people of the Central Great World, heed my command and set up the Central Battlefield."

Rumble!

As Mu Ye Cangmang spoke, everyone from the Central Great World sat cross-legged in the air and softly chanted scriptures. Their auras gathered together, forming a vast void resembling an ancient battlefield in the center. It was a square arena, condensed in the middle. Colorful banners fluttered across it, exuding rolling waves of glory, radiance, holiness, and Central... auras.

This was a battlefield created specifically for duels. It was not a magic treasure, but a ritual formed from an immortal art.

Fang Xuan knew of the Central Battlefield. In the Central Great World, it would only be set up when facing an enemy worthy of the utmost respect. Clearly, Mu Ye Cangmang considered