"Ye Xiwen, are you ready? I have been waiting for our battle after ten years!"
An angry voice shook the entire Allied Forces Headquarters. A God King's fury made people tremble.
Everyone was shocked. This battle was finally about to arrive—a startling battle. For ten years, everyone had been waiting for it.
The clash between Ye Xiwen, the strongest of the current generation, and Qing Yue King, an established master of the Seal King Realm, would determine much. Would it mark the end of an era, or the rise of one?
Ye Xiwen sneered. This day had finally come.
There had originally been no grudge between him and Qing Yue King. Yet because of Demon Eagle King, and because Qing Yue King seemed to have been provoked by someone and insisted on causing trouble for Ye Xiwen, he had loudly declared ten years ago that he would suppress him.
If Ye Mo had not emerged out of nowhere, then when Ye Xiwen had returned to the Allied Forces Headquarters without knowing anything, he would likely have erupted into a massive conflict with Qing Yue King on the spot.
Things had come to this, and there was no longer any way back. This was no longer merely a battle between him and Qing Yue King.
His sudden rise represented the Human Race's strength among the younger generation. In particular, the speed of his rise seemed to have already surpassed the psychological limit many people could accept.
The reason Qing Yue King had stepped forward to suppress Ye Xiwen was absolutely not just because of Demon Eagle King. More than that, it was because other races wished to suppress Ye Xiwen.
Thus, both the Martial Sect, which had nearly become a representative of the Human Race, and the long-secluded Emperor Clan Ji