"Three Pure Ones Mountain is a sacred land. No one has competed here in many years. Today's events came without warning, but unless we determine a victor, we cannot satisfy the crowd. Xu Yi, Chen Taichong, the two of you shall settle this once and for all here."
Song Zhendong shouted. As he spoke, he casually tossed out his hand, and nine ancient-looking ritual discs appeared in midair. In an instant, countless ripples shook the air, forming a massive sealed space a hundred li across.
Xu Yi blurred as he sprang into the sealed space. Chen Taichong followed.
The two stood a thousand zhang apart, facing each other from a distance. The killing intent in Chen Taichong's eyes was no longer concealed. He said coldly, "You're really not what I expected. You actually have some guts."
Xu Yi said, "Enough nonsense. Let me see just how capable you, the Aristocratic Clan's rising star, really are."
Chen Taichong said, "There's no rush. You and I needn't fight this instant. What I want to know now is how you framed my Chen family and all those great clans in the Jianlan Hội. Xu Yi, at a time like this, there's no need for you to keep hiding—"
Before he could finish, several golden beams shot from above Chen Taichong's head, hurtling straight at Xu Yi.
Just as the golden light was about to engulf him, Xu Yi turned into a flickering shadow of fire and vanished without a trace.
"Truly, there's no such thing as too much deceit in war. Chen Taichong lives up to his name!"
Someone outside the arena shouted.
Instead of receiving any cheers, he was met with a good many disdainful looks.
No one was blind. This was supposed to be a fair fight, and on paper Chen