Beneath the moonlight, atop a ruined mountain, Li Yi and the shadowy figure faced each other in silence. Neither was in a hurry to strike. They seemed wary of one another, yet both were clearly building up their momentum. It was easy to imagine that when they clashed again, it would be a fight to the death, earth-shattering and world-shaking.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
One black figure after another raced through the starlight. They were all powerful cultivators who had come after noticing the commotion from Li Yi and the shadowy figure's battle.
"Sure enough, those fighting are experts beyond the Primordial Unity Realm!"
"That's right. Those two experts have definitely surpassed the Primordial Unity Realm. Ordinary experts of that realm can't cause destruction on this scale."
"These are turbulent times. With the recent contest for the position of Blackwater City's lord, several young masters have invited quite a few experts. Could this fight also have something to do with them?"
About half an hour later, several thousand cultivators had gathered near the battle zone between Li Yi and the shadowy figure. As they gazed at the mountains around them, each one razed to the ground, they couldn't help drawing in sharp breaths. Many also connected what they saw to Blackwater City's recent affairs and began making all sorts of guesses.
"It's actually him?"
Zi Yan, standing among the crowd, swept his gaze around and saw Li Yi hovering in the air, his hair hanging loose as he emanated a terrifying aura. He was instantly taken aback. At the same time, he carefully studied the shadowy figure opposite Li Yi, especially the crescent-shaped weapon in its hand. After checking several times, he finally confirmed his guess: this shadowy figure was his father, Zi Yan, the lord of Blackwater City.