It Should End Here!

Countless people gasped sharply as they watched the two fight with near madness. Their battle had far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Before this, no one had imagined that Ye Xiwen could not only contend with Mu Shengjie, but do so without falling the slightest bit behind. He showed no signs of exhaustion either. Nor did it look like the secret technique everyone had assumed he was using. When ordinary secret techniques were activated, they always produced all kinds of phenomena—blood light piercing the heavens, for instance—and the more powerful the secret technique, the more terrifying its manifestations. Yet Ye Xiwen's casual manner simply did not resemble someone unleashing any heaven-shaking secret art.

The two were like peerless demon gods, every move carrying an ancient and boundless aura. This was a contest between their supreme martial paths. Both consciously restrained themselves from continuing their battle here. Although formations protected the area, their clash was too terrifying; who knew how many formations would be destroyed, wasting immeasurable wealth? That would not be worth it.

The two moved with astonishing speed, like lightning, like two great stars ceaselessly colliding in the sky. They fought all the way into the cosmos, shattering the firmament and sending chaotic clouds spearing through the air.

Most terrifying of all, as they exchanged more and more blows, both sides gradually fought themselves into a fury. Neither could hold back, nor was there any possibility of doing so. They both knew that the other was an expert of the same level. The slightest restraint might mean facing the other's thunderous strike.

Thus, neither remained as measured as they had been at the beginning. Their moves drew blood at every turn. Blood spattered from time to time, though no one knew whose it was, for the crowd could no longer see