Commandant Tan's words had fallen, yet the mighty residual aura of his core realm cultivation still echoed slowly across the surroundings.
Yang Jing stood straight and cupped his hands to Commandant Tan, who presided over the tournament, his movements calm and unhurried.
Beside him, Jiang Yun endured the tearing pain of his injuries. His white robes stained with blood, he likewise bowed and cupped his hands.
After paying their respects, the two turned and walked slowly down opposite sides of the arena.
As the two figures left, the summit of Moonwatch Mountain, subdued for so long, exploded into a furious uproar!
The shock, wonder, excitement, and disbelief that more than a hundred thousand martial artists had held in throughout the match poured out all at once, sweeping across the summit like roaring mountains and surging seas!
Voices boiled, and the clamor rose to the heavens.
Layer upon layer of discussion, cheers, and exclamations intertwined, rolling through the clouds and making the air tremble without end.
Yang Jing's five senses far surpassed those of ordinary martial artists, and every sound amid the uproar reached his ears clearly.
Discussions of every kind streamed endlessly from all directions.
Some repeatedly reviewed the breathtaking duel, marveling at Jiang Yun's tenacity and strength while finding Yang Jing's chain of lethal attacks even more astonishing.
Others still dwelled on the fall of an unmatched Heavenly Prodigy, lamenting the unpredictable turns of this tournament.
Even more had already looked beyond today's battles, eagerly discussing the final match that would begin tomorrow.
Under countless gazes, Yang Jing walked calmly through the sea of spectators and returned to the Profound Truth Sect's designated viewing area.
His gaze went to Sun Ningxiang first.
At that moment, Senior Sister Ningxiang had shed her usual gentle serenity and composed air.
Her beautiful,