Fist met fist, and the cultivation power of the early Grand Luo Dao Fruit realm erupted without end.
The Nine Underworlds Demon Palace's First God Child, Yan Congjiao, and the Heavenly Dao Clan's prodigy, Tang Muzhi, were evenly matched opponents. It was impossible to tell who would win!
Earth-shaking booms rang out above Heaven Sword Peak. The surrounding wind and snow were shattered again and again, revealing clear skies stretching for ten thousand miles around the peak.
The two fought fiercely, and the martial artists watching nearby were equally caught up in the excitement. The martial artists from the Eastern and Northern Regions cried out one after another:
"Nicely done!" "Good fight!"
"Tang Muzhi, kill him!"
"First Divine Son, no matter which sect you come from, as long as you're a martial artist from the Eastern Region, win some glory for us!"
The Northern Region martial artists naturally cheered Tang Muzhi on.
By contrast, many martial artists of the Eastern Region were prejudiced against the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace, some even hating it outright.
But seeing the First God Child fight for the Eastern Region moved many of the Eastern Region's martial artists deeply, and their prejudice and loathing gradually faded.
Tang Muzhi and the First God Child seemed not to hear the voices around them at all, completely absorbed in their intense duel.
"I truly didn't expect this. Your strength can actually stand toe-to-toe with mine?"
"I did underestimate you."
Tang Muzhi rolled his wrist. Surprise appeared on his face, along with a hint of recognition of the First God Child's strength.
The First God Child brushed back the hair over his forehead and chuckled. "You're not bad either. There are only a few people under heaven who can take one of my punches without falling!"
Their exchange made