On the battlefield where Mid God Tribulation Realm deities fought.
Numerous deities from the Wildsea Royal Clan and the Lan Alliance gathered together, standing face-to-face in the void.
A vast empty space had been left between the two sides. Within it, two people were fighting.
Both sides stared fixedly at the battle between the two, their eyes filled with horror and shock.
The reason this group had lost their composure was that one of the combatants was Zhuo Murong, a direct descendant of the Wildsea Royal Clan, while the other was a deity at the Peak God Core Realm!
The two differed by two minor realms, yet they fought on equal footing.
"Has this white-haired man used a secret technique to raise his realm by one minor level? Is he a direct descendant of the Lan Clan Royal Family?"
"No. The Lan Clan Royal Family can temporarily raise their realm because of their bloodline talent, Limit Break. And after their realm rises, that blue hair of theirs emits an especially obvious glow."
"Then what secret technique is this person using? He only raised his realm by one minor level, yet he can fight Zhuo Murong evenly!"
"No idea. This white-haired man deliberately concealed the secret technique he used."
"Boom!"
Zhuo Murong and Jiang Ping An clashed fiercely once more on the battlefield. The roar was like thunder, and both were sent flying backward.
Zhuo Murong steadied himself and looked at the arm holding his sword. It had twisted out of shape, and waves of pain surged through it.
At that moment, he could hardly describe how he felt.
A mere Peak God Core Realm deity had actually injured him.
Having lived for so long, aside from the kind of figures he had seen in the Four Great God Kingdoms, he