We... Are Still Brothers!

On the enormous arena, only Shangguan Leiting remained standing.

Shangguan Leiting's expression had already changed from the pride and excitement of moments ago. Clearly, his initial exhilaration had turned into surprise.

Of course, whether a mid-stage Lesser Heavenly God powerhouse truly possessed only this much composure was impossible to know.

Yet a nearly imperceptible furrow appeared between Shangguan Leiting's brows, though it did not show on his face.

In the eyes of the more than five hundred thousand spectators surrounding the martial arena—or at least in the eyes of most of them—Tian Wudao had already won.

After all, not everyone was unfamiliar with Shangguan Leiting. At the very least, members of his own clan knew that such methods were far from enough to defeat him.

The surprise on Shangguan Leiting's face slowly faded, gradually becoming calm.

Suddenly, Shangguan Leiting paused before speaking in a relatively composed voice.

"As friends, I never wished to attack you. But here, I cannot stop myself. Between us, there can only be one victor, while the other can only be barred from entering the Takamagahara Holy Land for eternity!"

Yet as he spoke, his voice rose higher and higher, shaking the entire martial arena so that everyone could hear him clearly.

"Well said! Today, whoever falls upon this arena will be barred from entering the Takamagahara Holy Land for eternity!"

A voice like this also rang out from nowhere, yet no figure could be seen. It seemed to come from all directions at once.

"Then fight!" Shangguan Leiting shouted coldly. Shangguan Leiting had always been warlike and incomparably arrogant. Having seen Tian Wudao's move, he no longer wished to conceal anything.

He knew that today's outcome had yet to be decided, and that he could only give his all against Tian Wudao.

Yet what surprised