His speed was astonishing, like a streak of purple lightning tearing through the void and arriving before the Radiant Golden Body in an instant.
The greatsword came crashing down with the force of a thousand pounds, cleaving toward the Radiant Golden Body's head.
The Radiant Golden Body refused to be outdone. The Holy Sword of Light met the attack, and the two massive swords collided in midair.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The collisions between the Holy Sword of Light and the purple greatsword echoed continuously through the space, like hundreds of blades clashing at once—crisp and piercing.
Sparks flew in every direction and light flashed brilliantly. Each collision sent ripples through space, and every exchange made the Defense Barrier shudder violently.
"What terrifying combat strength! You told me they're Early-Stage Great Grandmasters? I don't think even I, a Mid-Stage Grandmaster, would necessarily be a match for either of them!"
A Great Grandmaster Level spectator exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Nonsense! It's not like you're a Holy Son!" The Martial Artist beside him rolled his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of obviousness.
Holy Sons were heirs painstakingly nurtured by the Holy Land, peerless prodigies found only once in ten thousand. Their strength far surpassed others of the same realm, and the depth of their foundations was unfathomable.
Ordinary Great Grandmasters were simply not on the same level as them.
"They're too strong! I wonder who'll win!" Another Martial Artist shook his head, his voice full of emotion.
One spectator after another spoke up, their discussions rising and falling throughout the viewing area.
Qin Yan's heart was also trembling. Their strength is incredible!
Whether it was that resplendent Purple Sun or the Holy Sword of Light, both radiated nobility and extraordinariness.
The Purple Sun Golden Body stood with a