On the barren land, Wu Huang stared at Lu Yin. The battle intent he had long suppressed erupted from his eyes, and his terrifying aura shot into the sky, twisting the void into waves of force that constantly tore through space with a series of rumbles.
"Looks like you've been holding back for a long time," Lu Yin said. He flicked a finger, and his aura surged skyward like a released behemoth, colliding with Wu Huang's.
Though neither had made a move, their clashing auras were already churning the heavens and earth. They swept Fu He away and spread in both directions.
The waves of force weighed down the starry sky, becoming a gale that swept past. Many cultivators had their breath forced back into their lungs; they nearly choked and could do nothing but cough.
More and more cultivators retreated.
They had thought they were far enough away. Only now did they realize they were still too close.
The two hadn't even started fighting. Just the clash of their auras had reached what they'd thought was a safe distance. Once the battle began, who could withstand it?
The cultivators retreated in droves.
The water of Fu He fell as raindrops, illuminated by distant light like colorful treasures scattered across the starry sky.
Wu Huang's lips curled. "I have been holding back for a long time. Everyone says you're second only to Yu Sang Tian. In this battle, I'll defeat you. In the next, I'll defeat Yu Sang Tian."
Lu Yin raised an eyebrow. "You're pretty confident. Looks like my guess was right. The reason you delayed this fight until now wasn't because you feared me. You had something you needed to buy time for."
Wu Huang didn't deny it. "A battle art."
"Interesting." Lu Yin grew more serious. Even