"It is said that Jiang Ping An is the grandson of the Realm Lord of the Nine Heavens World in Nether Moon Palace. I do not know whether that is true, but one thing is certain: this Jiang Ping An is not from a hostile faction."
Cang Yuan gave a rough account of the intelligence he had gathered.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Jiang Ping An was not from an enemy faction, that was enough.
At that moment, Cang Tian's voice rang out from within the barrier.
"Jiang, if we continue fighting like this, this battle may not end even after a thousand years. How about we decide the victor with one move?"
"That is exactly what I had in mind."
Jiang Ping An had been thinking the same thing.
Their combat strength was evenly matched, making it difficult to end the battle in a short time.
If they kept fighting like this, it would only drag on endlessly and waste time.
One move would decide the victor. It would depend on whose trump card was stronger.
The two stopped clashing and each retreated onto a star, facing one another from afar.
The spectators held their breaths.
The victor was about to be decided.
Would Cang Tian, who had accumulated strength for millions of years and mastered many top-grade immortal techniques of the Devil Race, be stronger, or would Jiang Ping An, who had risen so suddenly, come out ahead?
Cang You clenched her fists nervously, praying for her father again and again in her heart.
She hoped her father could remain invincible forever.
Yet Jiang Ping An was equally not to be underestimated.
Cang Tian's eyes were resolute as his hands rapidly formed seals. Every hand sign stirred surging Demonic Qi, while endless darkness wrapped