"I wonder who'll reach the top this time..." someone below murmured, their voice full of anticipation and nerves.
"Probably Xuan Yuan or the Netherworld Prince... They've held the top two spots on the Dragon-Phoenix Record for years. Countless geniuses have tried to challenge them, but none have shaken their rankings," someone said quietly, with unmistakable awe for the two prodigies.
"Not necessarily. That purple-haired girl is no ordinary opponent either. Even Xuan Yuan is wary of her. Didn't you see? Down on the Dragon-Phoenix Platform, she injured him with a single finger strike. His mouth was bleeding." Another person immediately objected, looking toward the purple-haired figure in the sky.
"The others might still have a chance. That young man with the purple-haired woman and the Monster Emperor are formidable too. That young man killed a peak Fourth Grade Sovereign with one palm strike. He might be every bit as strong as she is. Underestimate them, and you could lose when you least expect it," someone else chimed in, making a fair case.
Even the oppressive stillness hanging over the world could not silence the murmurs.
Those who had made it this far were no ordinary people. They had abilities of their own and a keen eye for strength, so each assessment had some merit.
As the whispers spread, Lin Ming felt the tension high above. His dark eyes flickered slightly.
He slowly looked around. None of the other seven were strangers to him.
Apart from Zi Yan and Long Qingyue, the other five were all renowned figures on the Dragon-Phoenix Record.
And while Lin Ming sized them up, they were studying their opponents in turn.
Eight figures stood in midair, their gazes crossing and clashing as though invisible sparks flew between them. Each made their own calculations.
Only four Dragon-Phoenix