The Soul Refining Sect's Holy Son and the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain's Holy Son, Wang Zhengyang, returned to the summit of Heaven Sword Peak and rested in the seats they had occupied earlier.
It was clear that after winning the first match, Wang Zhengyang seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. As he sat down to rest, a faint smile gradually appeared on his face.
Lin Bai turned his gaze toward him, and he also looked back at Lin Bai. Across the distant space between them, the two smiled and raised their wine flasks, drinking to each other.
Lin Bai seemed to be celebrating and congratulating Wang Zhengyang on his victory.
By contrast, with the Soul Refining Sect's Holy Son, Shen Xinghe, conceding defeat, the morale of the Northern Region's martial artists plummeted to rock bottom.
It seemed that none of the Northern Region's martial artists had expected the first match to end with the defeat of the Soul Refining Sect's Holy Son, Shen Xinghe.
But aside from those low-level martial artists, all the higher-level experts could tell that in the battle between the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain's Holy Son, Wang Zhengyang, and Shen Xinghe, Wang Zhengyang had clearly come prepared.
The methods and Mystic Arts and Dao Arts he had displayed—even the Supreme Divine Weapon prepared by Ten Thousand Saints Mountain—had all been specifically designed to counter the Soul Refining Sect.
All of the Mystic Arts and Dao Arts and Divine Weapons wielded by the Soul Refining Sect's Holy Son, Shen Xinghe, had been clearly countered by Wang Zhengyang.
Even when the Soul Refining Sect's Holy Son, Shen Xinghe, seized an opportunity at the critical moment and nearly killed Wang Zhengyang, Wang Zhengyang ultimately reacted in time and turned defeat into victory.
During the brief intermission, Lin Bai