Mo Xingzhong's voice was cold and sharp, laced with mocking arrogance.
"Hmph... then we'll settle it with our fists. Whoever kills him gets the credit. If you don't accept it, you can try and take it."
Xiang Feiheng snorted again.
"Exactly what I had in mind!"
Mo Xingzhong nodded.
At that moment, both fell silent.
Yet they continued to glare at each other, sparks flashing in their eyes as their gazes clashed in midair, sending ripples through the very air.
The elites of both sides retreated a little farther, afraid the two might actually come to blows after staring each other down for too long.
Though the odds were slim, it was not entirely impossible. They could not let down their guard.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, both frowned, and the auras gathering around them quietly dispersed.
The next instant, they raised their heads and looked toward the sky.
A figure slowly emerged, his face cold as frost.
A flicker of surprise passed through both their eyes. They could actually sense an intense feeling of danger from this person.
At that moment, solemnity appeared in both Mo Xingzhong's and Xiang Feiheng's eyes.
From the newcomer's attire, it was not difficult for them to determine that he was a prodigy from the Central Region.
He was an ally, not an enemy!
The two relaxed slightly and quietly watched the figure in the sky.
That person slowly descended as well, accompanied by an incomparably terrifying icy aura.
The elites of both sides felt their entire bodies turn cold and instinctively circulated their power to resist it.
Yet strangely, that chill pierced through their power, as though it acted directly upon their minds, making them feel as if even their thoughts had slowed.
For a time, countless people were horrified.
At that moment, another group arrived