Since the Peak Master did not allow it, they still had to fight this battle.
What Qin Yan and Zhao Wuji did not know was that the same thing had happened on Huang Jiuli and Beichen Xing's side.
The moment the two left this battlefield, they planned to "shake hands and make peace" while waiting for Qin Yan and Zhao Wuji to determine the winner.
But as soon as that thought arose, two enormous swords appeared above their heads.
The pressure pinned them down, leaving them unable to move.
Only after quite some time did the enormous swords vanish.
Left with no choice, the two could only begin fighting.
Jian Wuya stood high in the air. His massive face remained expressionless, but inwardly, he was rather speechless.
These four had none of the bearing a Prodigy should possess.
One was a direct disciple of Phoenix Divine Mountain, one was the young master of the Limitless Sect, one was a genius of the Beichen Clan, and the last was Qin Yan, ranked first on the individual Contribution Ranking.
All four possessed top-tier talent and exceptional strength.
Yet the moment they entered the battlefield, every last one of them wanted to slack off.
Every last one wanted to sit back and watch the tigers fight.
None of them wanted to put in any effort.
What kind of Prodigies were these?
Jian Wuya sighed inwardly.
A moment later.
The enormous sword above Qin Yan and Zhao Wuji's heads slowly dissipated.
The terrifying pressure vanished with it, receding like the tide.
The two regained their freedom, and the True Qi, Blood Qi, and Mental Strength throughout their bodies resumed their normal circulation.
Qin Yan moved his somewhat stiff shoulders, drew a deep breath, and calmed himself.
Then he looked at Zhao Wuji, his