Li Boyang's aura was incomparably steady, while Su Xin's was utterly domineering. One still, one moving—their characteristics stood in stark contrast.
Ksitigarbha and the others followed behind Su Xin. Judge Cui asked softly, "Lord Ksitigarbha, between King Chujiang and Li Boyang, who will win this time?"
Su Xin was one of their own, so naturally they had faith in him. But faith was faith; the other man was Li Boyang, once the number one man under heaven. Most of the martial artists present had lived through the era when Li Boyang's might shook the Jianghu.
Ksitigarbha shook his head. "Until the final moment, who can say for certain? But King Chujiang is now like the rising morning sun. Before he has even reached the height of the sky, how could he fall because of this?"
And Su Xin truly was as Ksitigarbha had said, like a rising sun, filled with absolute confidence.
Facing the scene of the rising sun, Su Xin's aura climbed to its peak. He descended from midair onto the sea, and every step he took carried a powerful rhythm, as if it resounded within everyone's hearts, startling them all.
As Su Xin stepped forward one pace at a time, it was as though a great drum were beating upon every person's heart. Only later did they realize that each of his steps matched the rhythm of the rising sun. It seemed slow, yet it accumulated endless brilliance; once the darkness was swept away, it could illuminate all beneath heaven!
When the morning sun had completely risen, Su Xin's aura had thoroughly merged with the dawn between heaven and earth. As his final step fell, the boundless sea instantly churned—the jade sea tides surged, furious waves towered to the heavens!
Everyone present sucked in a cold breath. That