"How did the fight turn out?"
"Who won, and who lost?"
Countless people were discussing it animatedly.
At this moment, the spiritual energy finally began to settle. Only then could everyone see the scene clearly: the two had actually reached a deadlock in midair.
At the critical moment, Ye Xiwen's longsword had blocked Yin Taiping's spear before his forehead, completely keeping that peerless strike outside. That blow had not moved him in the slightest.
Yet everyone had already formed their own judgment about who was superior.
"Though they look evenly matched, Yin Taiping borrowed his mount's power. Even so, he still couldn't do anything to Ye Xiwen. Could Ye Xiwen really be some monster wearing human skin? Otherwise, how could he possess such terrifying strength?"
"He can already contend with Yin Taiping now. If Ye Xiwen reaches the same realm as Yin Taiping in the future, he may truly be able to treat him like mere grass!"
"Crack! Crack!"
The void beneath their feet shattered again and again, and boundless spiritual energy collapsed on the spot.
Everyone was utterly horrified. Neither side's attacks nor strength had landed on the other; both had diverted them beneath their feet. Just how terrifying was that power? One only had to look at the collapsed void beneath them to understand.
These two truly stood as kings within the Half-step Celestial Realm Late Stage. If ordinary people stepped forward, they would merely be effortlessly slain. Offending either of them was equally a road to death.
"Your strength is even greater than I imagined, but that still cannot stop your defeat today!" Yin Taiping spoke at last. There was now a hint of wariness in his gaze toward Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen's unscathed reception of that strike had already made him deeply wary.
He knew very