The battle between Jiang Wang and Wu Xun, awaited by countless people, ended very quickly.
Wu Xun's absolute command of momentum simply did not allow Jiang Wang to drag out the fight.
Wu Xun was an absolute master of combat, able to control every detail with precision and steadily drive the battle toward the outcome he desired. Once one fell into his fighting rhythm, no amount of struggle would avail them; they could only advance step by step toward that final, suffocating moment.
At least in a contest of momentum, absolutely no one within the same realm could rival him.
It could be said that Jiang Wang had violently broken the deadlock through killing power that was undeniably a notch superior.
Yet the loser remained standing, while the winner fell.
That exceptionally handsome Immortal Dragon Dharma Form scattered directly in the air. Countless rays of light and strands of sound shrieked through the high sky, forming a fatal airspace.
At the sidelines, the family and friends who had come to witness Jiang Wang reach the summit surged madly toward the arena.
As Ye Qingyu charged toward the arena, she directly crushed a bead of light, sending only one message—"Father, save me!"
Though the arena was vast, once the battle ended and the sealing restriction was lifted, it was no more than a single step for a Divine Presence expert to cross.
Yet a figure clad in imperial robes appeared in the arena even faster than everyone else.
Wei Xuanche, Son of Heaven of Great Wei, wore his imperial robes but not his Flat Heaven Crown. With a mere sweep of his sleeve, he stopped everyone in their tracks. As one hand reached toward Jiang Wang's crown, he stared at Wu Xun in undisguised horror. "Did you kill him?"
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