Crisis

In the vast ancient realm, on the final stretch of the Ancient Starry Road before reaching the Ancient Battlefield, the prodigies clashed, and the competition finally reached white-hot intensity.

Upon a lone peak in the wilderness, two kings met in battle. A divine furnace blazed, saber radiance shook the world, and this contest for supremacy drew the attention of countless young powerhouses.

The woman in a deep crimson dress moved with strange footwork, flames coiling around her body. As she unleashed each move, the royal ring on her hand gleamed brilliantly. Every strike was powerful beyond compare.

The saber wielder, meanwhile, moved with nimble speed, his saber light cleaving the clouds, making him difficult to discern clearly.

After a hundred exchanges, neither had gained the upper hand. This clash of kings was incomparably fierce, leaving the young powerhouses watching from around them unable to look away.

A hundred miles west of the battlefield, two young men in black and purple robes stood in the air atop a high peak, silently observing the battle.

"Jiushi, who do you think will win?" Seeing the stalemate, the man in purple spoke.

"Red King," Yan Jiushi answered calmly.

"Oh? You are that certain?" the man in purple asked evenly.

"The one who rescued the Divine Bloodline last time was this woman. I exchanged a move with her, so I know what she is capable of," Yan Jiushi said calmly.

"To save someone from your hands, it seems this woman's strength goes far beyond what she has shown so far," the man in purple said, somewhat surprised.

"She is even more skilled with the sword. It depends on whether this saber wielder can force her to reveal her true abilities," Yan Jiushi replied.

"The few swordsmen who have appeared along this road are all quite