Thus, on this snowy night, a scene of breathtaking grandeur unfolded.
More than two hundred experts, each employing different qinggong techniques, leaped across roofs and scaled walls, darting and vaulting as they swept out with whistling force.
Above the snow-covered long streets, fierce winds surged and churned, rolling up like dragons and waves, like banners snapping in a gale beneath the roaring wind.
Their momentum was vast and mighty, leaving the residents of every household they passed trembling in fear, entire families huddling together, terrified that calamity might befall them.
Far away, a terrifying aura that seemed to sweep across heaven and earth burned like a brilliant torch, illuminating a beacon within the Dark Night.
Two blazing arcs of golden and bloody light were also violently entwined. A golden buddha and a blood-red demon fused together, spreading across half the heavens. The immense pressure they brought made hearts pound with unease.
What terrifying majesty was this? What dreadful destructive power? Some even feared that the aftershocks of that fierce battle alone could send many of them fleeing in disarray, or leave them gravely wounded and dead.
Yet at this moment, some eyes burned with fervor, their hearts racing as they pushed their true qi and qinggong to the very limit, striving to reach the battlefield in the shortest possible time and witness the grand spectacle of two Grandmaster-level powerhouses clashing.
Others had already realized that the world had changed. Once upon a time, Grandmasters had been figures of legend, rarely ever seen, and one might not encounter even a single one in half a lifetime.
But now, they were appearing one after another. No one knew where they had sprung from. Why had there not been the slightest rumor in the past? Were they truly willing to remain unknown?
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