"How certain are you?"
At Mountain God Yi Xun's question, Ye Zhen's lips curved into a smile. "Elder Yi, what do you think? Just watch tomorrow."
Although Ye Zhen had not answered Mountain God Yi Xun's question directly, those words revealed boundless confidence.
Yi Xun pointed at Ye Zhen and laughingly cursed, "You brat had better not set this old man up. Your Full Moon Battle with Yuan Hongying has already spread far and wide.
People started opening betting pools ten days ago. This old man was hoping to make a fortune from this opportunity."
"You lack spirit stones too, Elder?"
Yi Xun rolled his eyes at Ye Zhen. "Who doesn't lack spirit stones? A martial artist's pursuit of spirit stones is like an ordinary person's pursuit of silver—it never ends.
Not just this old man. Even those Dao Realm experts, even the legendary Creation Realm Divine Beings—who among them doesn't lack spirit stones?"
At this point, Yi Xun's expression turned solemn. "Because too many martial artists are coming to watch tomorrow night's Full Moon Battle, we have set up formation projections near Sky Serpent Reef to free up a sufficiently large battlefield.
But precisely how much battlefield space to leave for the two of you will depend on your opinion."
"This is our territory. No matter what, we ought to create a little advantage for our own people, wouldn't you say?" Yi Xun chuckled.
"There's no need for such trouble." Ye Zhen casually waved his hand. "Leave Yuan Hongying however much battlefield space he wants. I don't care."
Yi Xun froze, staring fixedly at Ye Zhen, once more astonished by Ye Zhen's overflowing confidence.
Ye Zhen's manner was more than confidence—it was practically brimming with certainty of victory.
In truth, before Ye Zhen had condensed his Origin Spirit, he