The pair of axes came together, their bodies wreathed in lightning. A thick bolt of thunder followed behind them from the dark clouds, hacking down toward Ye Tian. The sheer force of it made everyone below the stage tremble with fear.
Yet Ye Tian, standing on the platform, was not intimidated by the spectacle. He merely turned and drew the Nameless Sword again.
"Myriad Swords Return to Origin."
Ye Tian used this move once more. It was the technique he knew best, the one he controlled with exceptional precision, and he had complete confidence in it.
All the phantom sword images solidified and charged toward the Madness Lightning Axes sweeping down from above. The two forces collided in midair like an exploding star. The shockwave even affected the cultivators fighting on the surrounding platforms. At that moment, most of them stopped fighting and watched the two men on the eighth platform.
Once the shockwave dissipated, Ye Tian still stood where he was, his body utterly unmoved. Jiang Gan, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat, and the Xuanhua Battle Axes in his hands faintly ached.
"I lost. This platform is yours."
Jiang Gan then stepped down from the platform. His surrender left the spectators below baffled. In their eyes, the two had just clashed head-on at the fiercest point of their duel, only for it to end abruptly, leaving them with an unfinished feeling.
"Young Master Jiang, why did you come down? Couldn't you still fight?" one busybody below called out to Jiang Gan. However, Jiang Gan ignored him and left the platform directly. Someone acquainted with him ran over and walked away with him.
"I could see that you still had strength left. Why did you suddenly surrender?" the person beside Jiang Gan asked in confusion. Jiang Gan