Back in the water mirror, on the arena stage, Xian Rui held the Purple Jade Flute in his hand, gleaming like a streak of light. Sharp radiance flickered in his eyes, and his gaze was resolute and cold. Opposite him stood Odin, holding the Spear of Eternity. Peerless divine light radiated from his body, as though a god had descended into the mortal world.
Blazing True Sun Fire burned around Xian Rui, and the scorching aura made the entire arena seem like a furnace. The Purple Jade Flute in his hand was like a sharp sword, flashing with dazzling brilliance beneath the sunlight. Every move was as vicious as a razor.
Odin's impassive face remained utterly calm, and his eyes were deep and mysterious. The Spear of Eternity danced in his hand, each strike carrying boundless pressure, as though it could tear apart every obstacle in its path.
The clash between them was extraordinarily fierce, and the atmosphere in the arena was tense and heated. Their figures crossed and blurred, sword qi crisscrossing as they seemed to dance to an orchestration of fate amid a battle to the death. Every collision erupted in dazzling sparks that illuminated the entire arena, leaving the spectators unable to look away.
The watching crowd held its breath, captivated by the thrilling battle before them, as though they had been swept into an unbelievable whirlpool. They watched every movement Xian Rui and Odin made, every exchange of glances, as if experiencing an unprecedented shock and exhilaration.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The entire world was left with only the breathtaking battle between Xian Rui and Odin.
With a deafening boom, Xian Rui was knocked back more than a dozen steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He wiped away the blood,