Just then, a hearty laugh rang out from the crowd.
The laughter was clear and carried a hint of amusement, piercing the thick darkness in the void like a sharp sword.
Immediately afterward, a man and a woman stepped out of the crowd.
Both wore purple robes embroidered with the emblem of the Mystic Sanctuary.
The man was handsome and stood tall, his face sharply defined as though carved by blade and chisel. A faint, mocking smile played across his features.
The woman was graceful yet coldly beautiful, her long hair cascading like a waterfall to her waist.
"They're Zhao Ming and Lin Qingyin, the Mystic Sanctuary's Holy Son and Holy Maiden from two generations ago!"
"Hiss! Now this is interesting! A clash between the temple and the sanctuary! A direct confrontation between two superpowers!"
"Get farther away, quick! If another one of them loses their mind and decides to self-detonate, we'll be in trouble!"
"..."
The prodigies around them broke into discussion, then withdrew from the battlefield one after another to watch from a great distance.
Streaks of light scattered in every direction like birds startled by the twang of a bow, leaving only the deserted battlefield and its thick darkness.
"Zhao Ming, Lin Qingyin, are you sure you want to stand in our way?" Ming Cang asked indifferently, looking at the two.
"Heh, you almost made me laugh. How did someone with your brains become a Holy Son? Qin Yan belongs to the Mystic Sanctuary. If I don't stop you, who am I supposed to stop?"
Zhao Ming had refined, handsome features, but his words were anything but polite, as direct as a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
With that, Zhao Ming and Lin Qingyin came to Qin Yan's side.
Zhao Ming smiled and patted Qin Yan