This battle also drew countless people from the Jianghu Martial Arts World to witness it.
Yet a clash between Great Grandmasters held boundless might in every gesture. A raised hand could shatter mountains; a stamped foot could split the earth. Even the slightest overflow of residual force could sweep aside master-level martial artists. The danger was, one could say, maxed out.
Thus, this duel was destined to have few who could watch it—or were qualified to do so.
And on the day of the final battle, one could feel an immense pressure upon the soul and the threat of death even dozens of miles beyond the appointed battlefield.
The earth trembled, while the vault of heaven seemed obscured by two brilliant rays that pierced across the blazing sun. Beneath the aurora, though countless people had not personally witnessed the exact course of the two men's battle, they still knew that this fight must have been fierce and resplendent, magnificent beyond compare.
Later, the great number of martial artists waiting near the site of the final battle saw a sight as though myth itself had descended.
Woolly white clouds, soft and warm as sheep's fleece, were blasted apart by an incomparably enormous palm. The boundless heavens, azure as the sea, turned pitch-black in an instant. Within that palm was reflected another world, where countless stars shone brilliantly.
As the stars revolved, they linked together in different formations, transforming into mythical creatures formed of flowing starlight that swooped down in attack.
Their opponent was a bronze man, far more towering and majestic than the highest peak. Like a creature out of myth appearing in reality, it waged a great battle against those starlight creatures.
Mountains collapsed and the earth split; ghosts wailed and gods howled.
That scene was reflected in the eyes