No, This Was the Battle to Seal the Gods!

Drip, drip—

Fresh blood kept dripping from Ye Qiu and Tang Wushuang, staining the ground beneath their feet a vivid crimson.

Wretched.

Utterly wretched!

Yet both of them were wretched!

Ye Qiu had not been crushed. Instead, wielding that Broken Saber everyone considered worthless, he stared across the distance at Tang Wushuang, the God King.

Thump—

Along with the Great Elder's incredulous shriek, everyone present shuddered in unison.

A Divine Gate had stood against a God King.

Unbeaten!

A miracle!

No, this could be called a myth!

As fantastical as a fairy tale!

There were no shortage of great figures at the scene, and many were vastly experienced, yet they had never witnessed terror such as this.

Ye Qiu, a mere Divine Gate, had created a legend of the present age!

Even Tang Wushuang himself, the man involved, was left dumbstruck and bewildered.

He had failed to take him down?

One had to know that he had absolutely not held back earlier. He had fought with full strength, cautiously and seriously.

He simply had not wanted to give Ye Qiu even the slightest opportunity.

He had not wanted Ye Qiu's reinforcements to have a chance to interfere.

And yet, even so, he had failed to take him down.

In fact, the injuries his body had suffered were no fewer than Ye Qiu's.

In other words, Ye Qiu was qualified to fight him... to the death?

No!

Tang Wushuang shuddered violently as an extremely bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

This feeling even resembled the time he had enraged Chief Ning Yi of the Sword Academy.

Ning Yi, the Sword Academy's Number One Prodigy, could also be said to be the strongest fighter among all disciples of Myriad Laws Academy.

The proud and arrogant Tang Wushuang would unconsciously feel himself