Boom!
Roar!
Golden light and thunder collided one after another.
Every eruption of aura meant the Spirit Association would have to spend a fortune renovating something.
Until the golden light and thunder clashed one final time.
Boom—!
An incomparably powerful shockwave burst forth. Even some of the cultivators watching from the sidelines could not escape unscathed. Those with weaker strength froze where they stood, blood seeping from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Even though the attack had not been aimed at them.
The aftershocks from a collision between Lords still affected them.
At that moment, everyone was shaken, their expressions solemn.
The Xia Kingdom was relatively peaceful. With the Yang God Lord overseeing it, there had never been any large-scale massacres carried out by Lords.
Thus, many people in the Xia Kingdom had never truly understood just how terrifyingly powerful a Lord could be!
But now, they all realized it.
That kind of utterly overwhelming battle.
In such a confrontation, even if they were not the targets, a mere brush with the aftermath would be enough to kill them.
They simply were not on the same level.
If Lords were mountains and seas, then they were ants.
When mountains collapsed and seas roared, they did not need to care whether ants lived or died.
At that moment, everyone was nearly killed by the aftershocks.
There was only one person present who could watch their sparring match normally.
Beside the martial arena stood a figure as upright as bamboo, as steady as a rock.
No matter how earthshaking and violent the clashes in the arena became, by the time they reached him, they were no more than a light breeze brushing his face, not worth mentioning.
The black-haired young man stood with his arms crossed, his expression calm.
"Thunder Lord