Outside Spirit City, a barren mountain.
The blazing sunlight spilled across the horizon, dyeing the gnarled ancient pines and steep cliff faces amid the jagged rocks of the nameless barren mountain outside Spirit City a tragic ochre red.
A host of Spirit Hall's enshrined elders, along with the Pope and several elders, stood on a nearby peak, all watching this place.
After Murong Huai returned yesterday, he had asked Murong Zhige to test his current strength. Murong Zhige naturally agreed at once, and also permitted Qian Daoliu to bring the enshrined elders and several elders to observe from a distance. After all, a battle between the continent's foremost experts would be immensely beneficial to them.
"Great-Grandfather, please instruct me." Murong Huai bowed slightly. His voice was as clear as shattered jade. The Soul Power of a rank ninety-six Super Douluo was contained within his body, yet it still caused spiderweb-like cracks to silently spread through the rock beneath his feet.
On the cliff opposite him, Murong Zhige stood with his hands behind his back. His black robes fluttered without wind, and his full head of black hair was as dark and lustrous as ink. Yet his eyes were as deep as ancient pools, with faint crimson-black flames flowing within them.
Upon hearing Murong Huai's words, Murong Zhige's pupils narrowed. The pressure of his demigod realm spread out tangibly, making the vegetation across the entire barren mountain tremble and rustle. He spoke calmly, his voice seeming to emerge from the depths of the netherworld, carrying the weight accumulated through countless years: "Come, Huai'er. Let your great-grandfather see how far you've grown."
Before his words had even faded, Murong Zhige suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a crimson-black afterimage. Murong Huai's pupils contracted slightly. The rock beneath his feet exploded as he shot