Yuanbao's casual words were like a massive boulder dropped into still water, stirring up endless waves and rousing the interest of the martial artists below the arena.
Since they were going to fight anyway, whether it was Xiang Yang or the Buddhist disciple, they ought to get on with it. Besides, they had long heard of the legendary Pure World Buddha Tablet, but had never seen it. This was the perfect opportunity.
"Ha ha, good. You speak plainly and act swiftly. Since you insist, I'll grant your wish. Let's begin."
To prevent unforeseen complications, Zhi Shan could no longer afford to put on a false front or stall. He hurriedly agreed and was about to fight, the joy in his heart shooting upward like bamboo shoots after rain.
"Zhi Shan, since this Life and Death Arena was set up for Xiang, it should naturally be Xiang who takes the field. Yuanbao, step back."
Before the man arrived, his voice came first, booming like muffled thunder, its echoes unceasing.
A black tornado also swept in from the barren mountains. The vortices at its top and bottom were broad, while its middle was fine and sharp as a blade. It carried an imposing momentum that seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart; a man had already taken on the shape of heaven and earth.
It could be said that Xiang Yang's attainments in Wind God's Leg might not have surpassed Nie Feng's, but he had nevertheless forged a new path and broken free of old conventions.
At first glance, the tornado seemed several li away from the arena. Yet in the blink of an eye, it had blown right before them, parting the dense crowd beneath the arena into an open passage before finally descending before Yuanbao atop the platform.
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